WITH THE ALLIES TO BERLIN.

White Ribbon, Volume 24, Issue 280, 18 October 1918, Page 11

WITH THE ALLIES TO BERLIN.

(These verses have been sent from the firing-line by Sergeant W’oollard, of the 10th Essex Regiment.) On the road in stric ken Flanders There’s a place that’s vacant still; There’s a rifle lying silent, ’There’s a uniform to fill. Those at home will hate to lose you, Rut the march will soon begin— On the roads through stricken Rr’gium \\ uh “The Essex” o Berlin. In your home securely resting. Are you there content to stay While the other 4 - guard your honour, While the Germans toast “The Day”! For your King and Country need >ou, And we want to count you in— On the roads through stricken Relgium W ith the Allies to Rerlin. In the lonely waysicb* graveyards Sleep tilt* boys whose day is done; Don’t you hear their voices calling, To complete the work begun? There are ghostly fingers beckoning, There ar** victories yet to win— On the roads through stricken Relgium With the Allies to Rerlin. When from Mons they fought each footstep. When their lips with pain were dumb, ’Twas their hope which held the trench°s, Alwnvs thinking vou would come; Thro’ the frozen hell of winter Thro’ the shrapnel's racking din— Thev have waited, never doubting That you’d join them to Rerlin.