THE SENTRY'S LULLABY TO A SHIRKER
Htish thee, gentle shirker, sleep In thy nest so warm. Foes from thee I'll strive to keep: Sleep thee, fear no harm. No* far oif the guns are mumbling, Homes and ancient temples tumbling; Still I'll guard thee, sweet civilian, Thou and that refraining million. Though the icy night winds chafe, What care I since thou sleep safe. Hush! Hush! Let no dreams they rest disturb As to landing Huns; We will keep them, on the curb, Ouard thee from their guns. Let no foolish dreams of duty Mar thy sleep and spoil thy beauty. Hush! Think not of Belgium's sorrow, Thou hast golf to play to-morrow. Here in nrad and rain I tread. Thanking heav'n thou'rt safe in bed. Hush! Hush! —G-unner S.C.W., in the Evening Standard. \
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Nelson Evening Mail, 30 May 1916, Page 2
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