A LAMENT.

Observer, Volume XXXV, Issue 51, 28 August 1915, Page 23

A LAMENT.

My love he was a cowboy. But he's left his work And gone to join the army To fight the blooming Turk. He's tired of his daring job, And at danger he doth sneer, And now his daily couple of bob Expends on flat hop beer. He's gone to join the army, A soldier he will be, A bombardier or sergeant, Or perhaps a cook's slushy, A Captain or a Colonel, Or something else you 11 see; He'll never rest till he A week or two—"C.B." To hear him talk of dial sights, Time-fuse or rifle-bore. You'd think his only one delight Was shedding human gore; He's now upon a great big ship A'sailing o'er the main. And I shall have, to milk the cows Till he comes home again. His Sister in "The Oily Rag," H.M.N.Z.T, No, 26.