'SOMEWHERE IN FRANCE.’

Taranaki Herald, Volume LXVI, Issue 16039, 25 January 1918, Page 8

'SOMEWHERE IN FRANCE.’

Seems kind o' cliill on tliis darn field. Though somewhere in my blame old head There’s red 'ot coals a-’ burning, 'stead My thinkbox . . . Now, what sort o’ shield) Is there if them “Jack Johnsons” came? . . . I wonder if our boys did well? I heard old Brown say: “Give ’em hell My lads, and stop their little game!” Afore I fell. . . Sonie’ow, seems strange Out here alone, and kind o’ dark Without , a blooming “Woodbine’s” spark To 'elp them blighters find their range. .... “It’s a Tong way t 6 Tip ” What’s that A’ shining there? Them angel blokes From Mons, perhaps, to cheer our folks, Or, mebbe. just a big, grey cat. . . . “Farewell old Leicester Square ” Why inn, - 'Ow did you manage to git here? 0, I can see you, never fear, ; A’ smiling at me from that star! “My Jim ! But you’re a lazy clodl - Rouse up, now!” Fact is, I’m that tired It feels my whole inside’s bin fired. . . . A’ right, I’m coming! ... 0, my God! —May Herschel-Clarke, in Everyman.