A BALLAD OF THE NAVAL BRIGADE.

Evening Star, Issue 11251, 26 May 1900, Page 8

A BALLAD OF THE NAVAL BRIGADE.

UKMEMBER OUA.SI'AN, NOVEMBER 2-3. There ain't no s.lt in ;h:.‘ veldt, and the grass won’t pa s tor foam, An its -.... it f.-.r a sador ro riu-.-ll the sea when a Mlibir is goiu’ Hume : But we cot the stars, an’ we cot the tl .y, thoiwli 1 -St to t kivy dour- - Au’ we ve taken the whit for Engl and hi hj • .it o! a sailor's bones I

M'o had khal.iod a’l our belt in's dirty bi\.wu. We ted -iiDV.-d the pons on trucks an’ i;iit’em roped, ■£'’ hranl tha sea a-cllir’ to the town J’ 1 >' hn- s.ul.mu n an' «nmi. rs w.,0 had sloped, t.i ! we h.-aid ihe ships a-ruliia’ for the guns an’ you au me, An 'tr'T t! ' e ?ra,, ' ,BV lrucfcs aa ' gleamin' An' We hid os in the silence an' the shadow from the so.— For wr- !,a , ihc fear on us she'd call us hark. 0 I we hard the loomin' whisper of her surf an’ scud an' smother, An w.’ heard her do min' breakers, an' wc hid us from our Mother: Au we saw h.-r qrev old ridges where our eh ps in steel had trod, An’ wi- left h-r .is ho found her— she was beautiful, by tie.! !

Ob : iva Paw (ii? -"ji.j.-r sti-mnin' in the wet, An v.m rhnnbjie 1 to the wmtens from our lull cb ; An' we built him field-redoubts up with our •swt at. An' we swung our guns in action for the Dutc'>. We ha’ choired with him our ’b.irca-Sojer, SAlor, an" .Marine, ’d e ha swrltered at thn ropes as we were bred ; \vehn share;! wi i, him tile in the servie - i f 1 lie Qnno., We t;i shared with him our livin’ an’ our dead. D ! we Ip ard th n.o min’ whisper; f the Rim?, in i smoke util smuttier; they II h- pr.iiol that they’ve seen servicj when tmyt.ik with their ul«l Mother. An’ the messma'es that we left where the path of honor trod— The death they .lied fur England, it was beautiful, by God ! There ain’t no si-It in the veldt, an’ the grass won’t pass for foam, An it» go al for a sdlor to smell the sea when a snlor is goih’ home; But the Queen she has sent us a Message, an’ that with tho Flag atones For the hammock that never went down the sea wbh the salt of a sailor’s bones. ‘ Daily News.’