CROCUSES AT NOTTINGHAM.

Press, Volume LIII, Issue 15917, 2 June 1917, Page 7

CROCUSES AT NOTTINGHAM.

Out hero the dogs of war run looae, Their whipper-in is Death; Across the spoilt and battered fields Wo hear their cobbing breath. Tho fields where grew the living corn Are heavy with our dead; Tot still the fields at home aro green And I have heard it said: That— There are crocuses at Nottingham! Wild crocuses at Nottingham! Blue crocuses at Nottingham! Though hero tho grass is xed. There aie little girls at Nottingham Who do not dread the Boche, Young girls at school at Nottingham (Lord! how I need a wash!) There arc little boys at Nottingham Who never.hear a gun; * There are silly fools in Nottingham Who think we're here ior fun. When— There are crocuses at Nottingham! Young crocus buds at Nottingham! Thousands of buds of Nottingham Ungatheied by the Hun. But hero we trample down tho grace Into a purplo slime; Thero lives no tree to give the birds House loom in pairing-time. Wo live in holes like cellar rata, But through the noise and smell I often eeo those crocuses Of which the people, tell. WJiyl There are crocueos at Nottinghamt Bright crocuses at Nottinghairfl Real crocuses at Nottingham! Because we're here in Hell. —"The Time#."