There's a little red-faced man, Which is Bobs, Rides the talliest 'orse 'e can, Our Bobs. If it bucks or kicks or rears, 'E can sit for twenty years...
We're foot, slog, slog, slog, sloggin' over Africa, Foot, foot, foot, foot, sloggin' over Africa, (Boots, boots, boots, boots, movin' up and down again!) There's no discharge in the war! ...
In the days of lace-ruffles, perukes and brocade Brown Bess was a partner whom none could despise, An out-spoken, flinty-lipped, brazen-faced jade, With a habit of looking men straight in the eyes,...
Eyes aloft, over dangerous places, The children follow the butterflies, And, in the sweat of their upturned faces, Slash with a net at the empty skies.
Not though you die to-night, O Sweet, and wail, A spectre at my door, Shall mortal Fear make Love immortal fail, I shall but love you more, Who, from Death's House returning, give me still...
Yet at the last, ere our spearmen had found him, Yet at the last, ere a sword-thrust could save, Yet at the last, with his masters around him, He spoke of the Faith as a master to slave....
Beyond the path of the outmost sun through utter darkness hurled, Farther than ever comet flared or vagrant star-dust swirled, Live such as fought and- sailed and ruled and loved and made our world. ...
Aa'or - Cahors? Aggy Chell - get ahead abby-nay - Not now arder - And a half aasvogel - Vulture babul - Acacia bairagi - Wandering holy man band karo - locked up Bandar - Monkey...
'Have you news of my boy Jack?' Not this tide. 'When d'you think that he'll come back?' Not with this wind blowing, and this tide. 'Has anyone else had word of him?' Not this tide....
So we settled it all when the storm was done As comfy as comfy could be; And I was to wait in the barn, my dears, Because I was only three. And Teddy would run to the rainbow's foot...
The earth is full of anger, The seas are dark with wrath, The Nations in their harness Go up against our path: Ere yet we loose the legions, Ere yet we draw the blade, Jehovah of the Thunders,...
The careful text-books measure (Let all who build beware!) The load, the shock, the pressure Material can bear. So, when the buckled girder Lets down the grinding span,...
Now Chil the Kite brings home the night That Mang the Bat sets free, The herds are shut in byre and hut, For loosed till dawn are we. This is the hour of pride and power, Talon and tush and claw....