The Great War

from Lest We Forget, an electronic edition

Night Outposts.

Zip! --- Zing! ---

A bullet sped!

The grim Hun chuckled;

A poor heart bled.

Then the lilt of a boyish voice

Rang out through the murky night:

"Say, Dad -- I'm hurt -- and, why, here's Joyce:

Play -- up -- old school -- Good-night!"

And wan and dreary crept up the day

On a lonely outpost place;

For the light of life had stolen away

From a dear brown smiling face.

Then pray to your gods for the life, grit and power,

To tear with your hands, sword and gun --

O! English sons, avenge that hour! --

And CHOKE that chuckling Hun.


(British Expeditionary Force.)