CURRENT WAR POETRY.
OUR BOYS. [it's not your boy, not mine, I Who's gone to meet the call; They're "our >boye" now, and tmest Jove Beats In our hearts for all. Flower of the nation's youth, They put life's visions by To take the standard of the right And keep it floating high. With solemn joy we thrill To know how brave they are; America, thy service flag Gleams bright with many a star! A common cause unites The North and South to-day, And East and bless them all, Our boys who march away! —FREDERICK G. EARX.E, in "ilunsey's." MY ARMY LORRY. The Menln road is bonnie, Where big shells fa' like dew, And it's there my Army lorry Went hopelessly askew, Went hopelessly askew, And tried to climb a tree, A*! my bonnie Army lorry, TU»e laid her doon to dee! She always sulked at startln', Her brakes were nearly gone, Her seat it wae the hardest That e'er a man sat on, That man sat on, Am? mi tl glad'my Army lorry Has laid her doon to dee! _- C.E.8.. In London "Evening News."
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Auckland Star, Volume XLIX, Issue 244, 12 October 1918, Page 13
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185CURRENT WAR POETRY. Auckland Star, Volume XLIX, Issue 244, 12 October 1918, Page 13
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