TO MARGARET.

Waipawa Mail, Volume XXXVII, Issue 7912, 28 July 1917, Page 3 (Supplement)

TO MARGARET.

FROM “SOMEWHERE TN FRANCE” Little one, whose laughing eyes Lit with mischief I so prize, And whose laughing glance Steels my heart to play the game, Win perchance some little fame — And to gain a soldier’s name—- “ Somewhere in France.” Gathered in from every shore, English homo and Irish moor, Scottish cot and manse: To the country’s call awake, Day atij Lot rly risks we take, For you and other wee ones’ sake, “Somewhere in France.” Sword and riflo do their work, Hand grenade and Scottish dirk, And tlio derdly lance; For the sake of each wee maid Bitter war shall ho our trade, And we’ll fight on unafraid — “Someyhero in France.” Rut lisping baby prnyeir Guards ns lii.o a blessmg rare, From all n . c <banco; Through n vcild of grief and pain, Wh n n tho Go! of Pence shall reign We Dml! conic to you again, From “Somewhere in France.” J. ATKINSON.