BRAVO!

White Ribbon, Volume 21, Issue 243, 18 September 1915, Page 10

BRAVO!

Kitchener sat in his London den, Silent, and grim, and grey, Making his plans with an iron pen, Just in Kitchener’s way. And he saw where the clouds rose dark and dun, And all that it meant, he knew : “We shall want every man who can shoulder a gun To carry this thing right through.” Bravo, Kitchener! Say what you want, No one shall say you nay! And the world shall know, where our bugles blow, We’ve a Man at the head —1< day. Jcllicoe rides on the grey North Seas, Watching the enemy’s lines i Where the Lord High Admirals skulk at ease, Inside of their hellish mines. The'* have drunk too deep to the boasted fight, They have vowed too mad a vow! What do they think, on the watch tonight What toast are they drinking—now ? Brave. Jcllicoe! Call them again, And whenever they take the call, Show them the Way, give them their “Day”! And settle it, once for all!

And French is fat ing the enemy's front, Stubbornly, day by day, Taking the odds and bearing the brunt, Just in the Britisher’s way. And he hears the message, that niikcs him glad, J Ring thro’ the smoke ind flame: ~ “Fight on, Tommy! Stick to thentb lad! Jack’s at the same old game!” •' Bravo. Tommy! Stand as you’ve Stood, ‘MtC Ant!, whether you win or fall, Show them you fight as gentlemen should, And die like gentlemen all! So Kitchener plans in London town, French is standing at bay, jellicoe’s ships ride up and down, Holding the sea’s highway. And vou, that loaf where the skies are blue, And play by a petticoat hem. These are the men who are fighting for you, What are you doing for them ? Bravo! then, for the men who fight! To hell with the men who play! It’s a fight to the end, for honour and friend. It’s a fight for our lives to-day. —Fred. E. Weatherly, in the “Daily Mail,” Sept., 1914.