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Poetry: Sir Andrew Barton
Posted by: ThomoTheLost on Thursday, May 18, 2006 - 08:03 AM
Poetry
| A ballad from some time ago - this version was published in The Oxford Book of Ballads, 1910 edited by Arthur Quiller-Couch (1863–1944). I particularly like it fot two reasons. One is that it is nautical in theme and deals with Henry VIII and the Scots. The second is the wonderful verse 64 that reads:
‘Fight on, my men!’ says Sir Andrew Barton,
‘I am hurt, but I am not slain;
I’le lay me downe and bleed a-while,
And then I’le rise and fight again.
OK, so the English on this is a tough one, tougher than Banjo Patterson, but it is a stirring poem.
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Poetry: Gunga Din
Posted by: ThomoTheLost on Tuesday, January 25, 2005 - 06:35 PM
Poetry
| by Rudyard Klipling
You may talk o' gin and beer
When you're quartered safe out 'ere,
An' you're sent to penny-fights an' Aldershot it;
But when it comes to slaughter
You will do your work on water,
An' you'll lick the bloomin' boots of 'im that's got it.
Now in Injia's sunny clime,
Where I used to spend my time
A-servin' of 'Er Majesty the Queen,
Of all them blackfaced crew
The finest man I knew
Was our regimental bhisti, Gunga Din.
He was "Din! Din! Din!
You limpin' lump o' brick-dust, Gunga Din!
Hi! Slippy hitherao!
Water, get it! Panee lao!
You squidgy-nosed old idol, Gunga Din."
Note: bhisti - water-carrier
hitherao - come here
Panee lao - Bring water swiftly
juldee - Be quick
marrow - Hit you
mussick - Water-skin
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Poetry: Saltbush Bill, J.P.
Posted by: ThomoTheLost on Wednesday, January 12, 2005 - 10:26 PM
Poetry
| by A. B. "Banjo" Paterson
Beyond the land where Leichhardt went,
Beyond Sturt's Western track,
The rolling tide of change has sent
Some strange J.P.'s out back.
And Saltbush Bill, grown old and grey,
And worn for want of sleep,
Received the news in camp one day
Behind the travelling sheep
Note: This was published in The Evening News on the 16th of December, 1905
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Poetry: Saltbush Bill on the Patriarchs
Posted by: ThomoTheLost on Wednesday, January 12, 2005 - 10:23 PM
Poetry
| by A. B. "Banjo" Paterson
Come all you little rouseabouts and climb upon my knee;
Today, you see, is Christmas Day, and so it's up to me
To give you some instruction like -- a kind of Christmas tale --
So name your yarn, and off she goes. What, "Jonah and the Whale?"
Well, whales is sheep I've never shore; I've never been to sea,
So all them great Leviathans is mysteries to me;
But there's a tale the Bible tells I fully understand,
About the time the Patriarchs were settling on the land.
Note: This was published in The Evening News on the 19th of December, 1903
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Poetry: Right in the Front of the Army
Posted by: ThomoTheLost on Thursday, June 05, 2003 - 05:07 PM
Poetry
| `Where 'ave you been this week or more,
'Aven't seen you about the war?
Thought perhaps you was at the rear
Guarding the waggons.' `What, us? No fear!
Where have we been? Why, bless my heart,
Where have we been since the bloomin' start?
Right in the front of the army,
Battling day and night!
Right in the front of the army,
Teaching 'em how to fight!'
Every separate man you see,
Sapper, gunner, and C.I.V.,
Every one of 'em seems to be
Right in the front of the army!
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Poetry: With French to Kimberley by A B "Banjo" Paterson
Posted by: ThomoTheLost on Thursday, May 15, 2003 - 01:53 AM
Poetry
| The Boers were down on Kimberley with siege and Maxim gun;
The Boers were down on Kimberley, their numbers ten to one!
Faint were the hopes the British had to make the struggle good,
Defenceless in an open plain the Diamond City stood.
They built them forts from bags of sand, they fought from roof and wall,
They flashed a message to the south `Help! or the town must fall!'
And down our ranks the order ran to march at dawn of day,
For French was off to Kimberley to drive the Boers away.
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Poetry: The Sad Tale of a Motor Fan by H. A. Field
Posted by: ThomoTheLost on Monday, April 21, 2003 - 09:01 AM
Poetry
| Young Ethelred was only three
Or somewhere thereabouts when he
Began to show in diverse ways
The early stages of the craze
For learning the particulars
Of motor bikes and motor cars.
It started with a little book
To enter numbers which he took,
And 'though his mother often said
"Now do be careful Ethelred.
Oh dear, oh dear what should I do
If anything ran over you?"
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Poetry: What Have the Cavalry Done by A B "Banjo" Paterson
Posted by: ThomoTheLost on Friday, April 18, 2003 - 07:12 AM
Poetry
| What have the cavalry done?
Cantered and trotted about,
Routin' the enemy out,
Causin' the beggars to run!
And we tramped along in the blazin' heat,
Over the veldt on our weary feet.
Tramp, tramp, tramp
Under the blazin' sun,
With never the sight of a bloomin' Boer,
'Cause they'd hunted 'em long before --
That's what the cavalry done!
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Poetry: Driver Smith by A B "Banjo" Paterson
Posted by: ThomoTheLost on Monday, April 07, 2003 - 12:38 AM
Poetry
| 'Twas Driver Smith of Battery A was anxious to see a fight;
He thought of the Transvaal all the day, he thought of it all the night --
`Well, if the battery's left behind, I'll go to the war,' says he,
`I'll go a-driving an ambulance in the ranks of the A.M.C.
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Naval: The Ballad of the 'Calliope' by A B "Banjo" Paterson
Posted by: ThomoTheLost on Friday, April 04, 2003 - 07:06 AM
Poetry
| By the far Samoan shore,
Where the league-long rollers pour
All the wash of the Pacific on the coral-guarded bay,
Riding lightly at their ease,
In the calm of tropic seas,
The three great nations' warships at their anchors proudly lay.
Riding lightly, head to wind,
With the coral reefs behind,
Three Germans and three Yankee ships were mirrored in the blue;
And on one ship unfurled
Was the flag that rules the world --
For on the old `Calliope' the flag of England flew.
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