PLAYIN' SOJERS.

Star (Christchurch), Issue 11509, 4 October 1915, Page 4

PLAYIN' SOJERS.

God- put into the childhers' heads the games they used to play; Och, Hide-an'-seek, an' Oatoh-who-can, an' Houses in tho hay: For, when the weary work bes done, there, foment the door, ' Tis how they play at sojerin'— marc-Inn' four an' four. He is their Captain, an' it's him that .leads them on, The Widdy Ryan's Patsey—now hor only wan! Now, pity her! she hides her face, when the tin bugles blow. Since in an unbeknownst grave, her own man lies low. My ould blue .apron is their hag. they atole it oft' a whin. An' bravo it waves above them, fluttering out an' in. An' tight they grip their wooden guns —•I wisht himself con id see The way they go puriendnv' that they're bestin' Germany. God, take tlio notion o' tho War out o' the childhers' mind! May the Red Rain never dbrown them! the Green Reek never blind! Ram'lin' up the Glen there, an' leppin' through the hay, Sure, the Saints themselves would join them, in the games they used to ! play. { —Florence M. W il.-.on, in the f ' Westminster Gazette." |