“CHINS UP”

Patea Mail, Volume XLIII, 1 August 1919, Page 3

“CHINS UP”

(From Dlackwnod's Magazine)

Are the prices high and taxes stiff, is the prospect sad and dark .’ Have you seen your capital dwindle down as low as the German mark ? Do you feci your (roubles round you rise in an endless dreary wall ? Well—thank God you wore born in time for the greatest war of all.

It will bo all right in a thousand years —you won’t be bankrupt (hen. This isn’t the lime of stocks and shares, it’s just the age of men. The one that sticks it out will win—so don’t lie down and bawl, But (hank your God you’ve helped lo win (ho noblest; war of all.

Away* to the oast in Flanders mud, through Dante’s dream of Hell, The troops are working hard for peace with bayonet, bomb and shell, With poison gas and roaring guns benoth a smoking pull. Yes —ihank your (led your kin are there —(he finest troops of all.

You may lie stripped ol' all you have — it may lie all you say. But you’ll havo your lil'o and eyesight loft, so slow your talk and pay. You won’! be dead in a lied of lime with those that hoard the ("all, Ho thank your Cod you-ve an easy job in the greatest war of all.

It isn’t Ihe money that’s going to count when I’ln inters men rid urn ; And a shake of your hand from Flanders men is a thing you’ve got to

earn. .fust think how cold it’s going to be in the Nadion.’s .Judgment Hall I Ho blow your troubles and find your soul in the greatest war of all. —Klaxon,