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Timaru Herald, Volume CVII, Issue 165563, 15 June 1918, Page 3

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"THE IRISH GUARDS." NEW rODI BY KEPLRTG. Queen Alexandra, accompanied by! I'rinccss Victoria, was, present at the Kmriip aiatineo, organised by Lady J'sgpt in uid of the Irish Guards.' Wir J'tind. says the London "'Morning Post." The chief _ noveity was tiu r«-«-ita! by Henry Ain!ey of the followtßK jwm. (it tW "The Irish Gnarri* " specially written for the occasion by liudyard Kipling:— We're not so old in tho Army List, Bat w»*re not so young at oar trad-?. For we had the honour at Fontenoy Of meeting the Guards Brigade. TV aw Dillon, Bulkeley, Clare. And !.to that led us then, And after a hundred and seventy year? We're fighting for France acain> Old days! The wild geese are flighting Read to tho etonn as tbey faced it before! For where there are Irish there's bound to be fi™h*intr And when there's no fight rag it's Ireland no morol I Ireland no more!

Tho fashion's for khaki now, Rot cnco through Franca wc went, Full-drissed in scarlet Army cloth — The English—left, at Ghent. They're fisrhting on our side to-day. But liefore they changed their clothes. Ti" half of Europe knew our fame, As all of Ireland knows! Old days! Tho wild- cccse arc flying Head to tho 6torm as they faced it before! For where there arc Ir'sh there's memory undyinx, And when wo forget, ii"? Ireland no moro! Ireland no more! From Barry Wood to Gouzeaucowrt. Fron; lloyne to Tilkem I?id?y>. The suicient days come l«y*k no more Tlan water under tho brdec, But the fcridgo it stanch and the water runs As red as yesterday. And the Irish move to the sound of the enas like salmon to the tea! Old days! The wild geeso are ranging Head to the storm as tbey faced it before For where there are Irish hearts are unehnuginir. And when they are changed it is Ireland no more! Ireland no more' I We're n*»i so old in tho Army List. [ But we're not 50 new iu the rin~,

For we carried our packs with Marshal £axe When Louis was our King. Eut Douglas our marshal now, And we're ICinjx (ioorgo's men, -And after ouo hundred and seventy years We're fighting for Franco again' ■Ah, Franca! And did wc stand \tj you When lifo _ -was made splendid with Rifts and rewards? Ah, France! And will wo deny you In the hour of your agony ; Mother of Swords Old days! Tho wild geeso arc i " flighting Head to the storm as they faced it before! For where there are Irish there's loving and fighting, And when we stop either, it's lrchintl no mote'. Ireland no more!