mty. 
 
 ill 
 
 PI 
 
 
 I 
 
 
 iiiiiii:::-: 
 
 ia.iy.iii);:S);'M«;;' ; 
 ;;,m: 'ill ■■';''' !'■'":'''',■ '' 
 
 
 wF 
 
 
-^--0^ 
 
 
 ^■^^ 
 
 .•^' 
 
 ^^r*. 
 
 },^n 
 
 *.. 
 
 
 
 .^ 
 

 
 C*. A' 
 
 ^O 
 
 -?«»t^: 
 
 ^■^\ 
 
 ^ 
 
 ,v'^ .i*:- 
 
 •^ .^ rr 
 
 ^r. 
 
 v-^^ 
 
 
 m 
 
 ^ 
 
 % • 
 
 • , 
 
 ' 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 %.^ 
 
 
 -. ' . "c 
 
 
 
 
 
 • 0^ 
 
 4 o 
 
 o^ « • • • "^''i 
 
 ^^. 
 
 
 . * — /7 >7 , ' ™— 
 
 
 
 .0' 'L^-L'. -?• 
 
 •*U.o< 
 
 ^O 
 
 
 i,- > 
 
 A 
 •*-, 
 
 .>' ^^ 
 
 < O 
 
 '" .*^' 
 
 
 vO^. 
 
? 
 
 BRITISH 
 
 WAR 
 SONGS 
 
 
 PRICE 25 CENTS 
 
 
 Till' ll.iy ili;it liylits till- sailiii nil ln> w:iv. 
 Till' fhij; tliiil fills nnr foes with ilisiiifiy. 
 Till' (l;ij; that always has larrifl tho ilay. 
 Till' rninii .laik of ohl Kiijilaii'l. 
 
 .Printed and Published by. 
 
 JOHN MELLOR & SONS 
 PirrSBURGH, PA. 
 
 (;o))yrinht, IUKI, liy Jiilin Melliir. 
 
GOD SAVE THE KING. 
 
 (Air ■ ' Aiiii'rii-;i. " r 
 
 (!()il save oiii- (iiiii'ioiis I\iiiij\ 
 liOllLT li\'i' ol'i- IMililr Kiliv : 
 
 (loil save the Kiiiff. 
 Sciiil liiiii victoi'ioiis, 
 i la|i|i.\ and "jloiious, 
 liOiii; ti) ii'itrii over us, 
 
 ( !()(! sa\ !• t lir Kiiijr. 
 
 ( ) Ixinl. (iiir ( iod, arise. 
 Scatirr his i-ncinii's. 
 
 And inaki' tliciii fall. 
 ( 'ont'oiind tlicif politics : 
 FiMistralc tlii'ir knaxisli Irii-ks: 
 ( In Tlicr our hopes \\c lix : 
 
 ( iod sa\e the Kilijf. 
 
 Tiiy choicest jrit'ts in stoi'c, 
 ( In liiiu lie pleased to pour ; 
 
 Ijouii' niav he i-eii>ii. 
 .May he defend our laws. 
 And ever ^i\e us cause. 
 To sinjr. with heal i and voiir. 
 
 ( Iod save tile Kiny'. 
 
 1^1 
 
^^11 
 
 fT 
 
 BRITISH 
 
 War ^ongs 
 
 OLD ENGLISH BALLADS 
 
 AND OTMKR 
 
 MISCELLANEOUS 
 
 SELECTIONS 
 
 
 ^J^^^ 
 
 * * 
 
 
 Collected and Compiled bv 
 
 JOHN MELLOR 
 
 * * 
 
 
 Price 25 
 
 Cents 
 
 Twenty per cent, of the proceeds of the sale of (his book will be devoted to send- 
 ing presents to the soldiers who have enlisted from Wadsle> 
 Bridge, Mr. Mellor's native village. 
 
 Printed and Published by 
 
 JOHN MELLOR & SONS 
 
 126 to 134 Forty-Sixth Street 
 
 PITTSBURGH, PA. 
 
 
 ig 
 ^ 
 
 ii^ 
 
 ^ 
 
INDEX 
 
 
 Life on tlii' Occrin Wnvi-. A 
 l.ittli- ll.'id. Tlio 
 .Mi'ssa;;(> From the Tioiirlu^ 
 " Nohl.y " ClMik, V, C. 
 
 Alls Well 10 
 
 Aiiiprica .' 10 
 
 Arc We Dovviilioartt'il ? 13 
 
 Army of To.lay 's All Right, The HI 
 
 t 
 Arrival of tlio British Troops in France 1<> ! rowilcr MonUey, Tin- 
 
 Anstrrili:i Will Ho There U | Wiile, Britannia! . . . 
 
 Hanky . . 1.') 
 
 Hoys 111 Khalii. Boys In Blue IL! 
 
 Bravo, Territorials T 
 
 Biifile Calls of the British Army 18 
 
 Busier 's Dream, The IH 
 
 Cliristinas in ('am|i uitli Kiti'liener 's Boys 17 
 
 Fall III 11 
 
 Follow the Drum 14 
 
 Ooil Save the King ' 2 
 
 (ioose Step, Tlir R 
 
 Hearts of Oak .12 
 
 Here's to the Day .S 
 
 Hero We Are! Here We are Again! 9 
 
 If F^iglanil Wants a Hand. . I:; 
 
 l.ails in Navy Bine, The .11 
 
 l-aml of Hope ami Ulory 7 
 
 T^et "Km All t'oiiie. We're Kea.lv . |<l 
 
 Sailor's Grave, The 
 
 Sol.liers of tlie King, The 
 
 Snssex by the Sea 
 
 There 's Someone Wants You 
 
 Three Fishers 
 
 Tillett's "Message From the Treiiclies ' ' 
 
 Till the Boys Clome Tlome 
 
 Tommy Atkins 
 
 Trumpet- Voiee of llotherlanil is Calling, The 
 
 I'nion .lack, The 
 
 I'p From Somerset 
 
 Veteran 's Song, The 
 
 Warrior Bold, A 
 
 We Didn't Want to Fight, hut by Jiiifjo. Now We Do! S 
 When Tommy Comes Marehing Home, . '.' 
 
 With the Fleet in Aetion 17 
 
 Your King and Country Need You . 7 
 
 GLOSSARY 
 
 There are a few slang words in these songs whieh will not be readily umlerstood by Americans, so :i 
 (ilussarv of these words is herewith ap|>endeil. 
 
 Tommy or Tommy Atkint-A ]iri\ate sobliei in the Woodbine — A eheap brand of cigarettes,— live for a 
 British Army. pcnnv. 
 
 Blighter — A term of contempt for a man who is no 
 good. 
 
 Uncle Bill — The soldier's pet name for the Kaiser. 
 
 Entente Cordiale— The agreement of the allies. Territorials— Corresponding to our iniliti 
 
 Knut — .\ smart, well-ilresseil, well built, young man. Swank — Swagger. 
 
 Copyright, 1916, by John Mellor. 
 
 OCT 30 1916 
 
 G)CI.A44«1H2 
 
THE EXCUSE 
 
 Sometimes called the " Preface " 
 
 For ceuturies it has been customary for an 
 iiutliur to write a preface to hia book, which, in nine 
 times out of ten is only an excuse, sometimes a very 
 lame one, for inflictinp his work on the public. The 
 excuse I have to offer is that I did not orij;inally in- 
 tend to make a book and that it "just grew," like 
 Topsy in "Uncle Tom's Cabin." 
 
 On August 26, 1914, three weeks after tho pres- 
 ent great war began, I saileil for England in order to 
 visit my parents, who were both considerably over 
 eighty years of ago, and, while they were natur- 
 ally robust, both had begun to show signs of failing 
 health, my father having sudilenly lost his sight. 
 
 I returned the following Xoveniber bringing 
 with me the talking machine records of nil the war 
 songs which had been issued up to that time. There 
 were only about half a dozen in the lot and so in Jan- 
 uary last I wrote to a friend for new catalogues and 
 from these I selected every number that looked like a 
 record of a song, speech of descriptive articles relatin;; 
 to the war. 
 
 It would be tedious to relate the difficulties en- 
 countered in getting the records to this country. The 
 British government had prohibited the exportation of 
 all articles made of rubber, including all talking 
 machine records, and the box containing the ones I 
 had ordered was hehl up at Liverpool until such time 
 .18 the war would end. After months of delay my 
 friend found a way to got them hero .and since they 
 arrived I have pleased hundreds of former British sub- 
 jects, of English, Irish, Scotch, Welsh and Canadian 
 blood. 
 
 Some wise old guy, whose identity I have for- 
 gotten — if I ever knew it — once gave utterance to the 
 following words, "Let me write the songs of a nation 
 and I will rule the country, no matter who makes the 
 laws." This is merely another way of saying that if 
 we know the common songs of any nation for any 
 particular period, we shall know what the people were 
 thinking, saying and doing during that jieriod, — we 
 shall know their innermost thoughts, their aspirations, 
 their hopes and fears. To Americans therefore, these 
 songs show a truer insight into the real British char- 
 acter than all the newspaper articles that have been 
 written since the war began. 
 
 In all these British songs you will find no note 
 of bitterness or repining, no "Song of Hate," but a 
 steady, strong, unwavering, grim determination to pur- 
 sue the war, which they strongly believe was forced 
 upon them, to a victorious end, no matter what the 
 cost in blood and treasure. Their desire is not to ex- 
 terminate a nation or a l)eople, but to abolish forever 
 a principle — Prussian Militarism — which they are firm- 
 ly persuaded is a menace to their liberties and to the 
 liberties of all the people of the earth. 
 
 These songs show that these British go into the 
 war as they go into a football game, with the odds at 
 the start fearf uUv against them, yet they shout ' ' Are 
 we Downhearted?" "No." "Shall we Winf " "Yes." 
 And they go in to win, "To shoot straight, to fight 
 FAIR and never look behind." And through it all the 
 faith of the people at home in "Jack Tar" and 
 "Tommy Atkins" is unbounded. 
 
 While there are no notes of hatred for the enemy 
 in these songs, there is sorrow and heartburnings for 
 the lads who are going forth to fight and die, but the 
 floodgates of their tears are held back with a courage 
 and fortitude that still persists in seeing the silver 
 lining in the dark war-clouds that hover around tl^eir 
 
 island home. This pent-up sorrow and courageous 
 optimism is well expressed in the chorus of the song 
 "Till the Boys Come Home,"' which will be found on 
 I)age 10. 
 
 Now, in playing these songs to friends at my 
 home, I have frequently been requested to play a ccr 
 tain song two or three times over because the hearers 
 did not quite catch all the words. In fact it is very 
 difficult to get the full value of any song the first 
 time it is heard, no matter how clear and distinct the 
 voice may be, and so I got into the habit of having 
 typewritten copies made so that my friends could fol 
 low the words of the songs accurately, and they would 
 invariably ask and be granted permission to take 
 these copies home with them. Then I started having 
 them set in tj-pe and rough jiroofs taken. 
 
 As the printed sheets of these songs kept grow- 
 ing in number and as I was being requested to use the 
 records at public entertainments I commenced to put 
 stitches in the loose sheets to keep them together. I 
 afterwards ailded a title page anil when I deciiied to 
 put a cover on it I concluded that it wouM be <|uite 
 appropriate to embellish it \vith the Union Jack, add 
 some of the best old English Ballads, and charge a 
 nominal sum for the book to those who would like to 
 possess a copy — enough to pay for the paper and press 
 work anyway. The rest of the work has been a labor 
 of love. 
 
 Finally, when everything else was done I found 
 that I had made the fatal error of neglecting to write 
 a "Preface," or excuse for the book and .so this is it. 
 
 ♦ + + 
 
 I have no excuses or apologies to make for the 
 decided pro-ally sentiments which I hold. I am an 
 Englishman, born and edu<atod in Hiiglanil. For the 
 past 30 years I have lived in America ami for the past 
 quarter of a century I have been an American citizen, 
 ileeply attached to our democratic form of government. 
 I have voted at every presidential election since 188.S 
 and I have taken, and do take, as keen an interest in 
 National, State, County, City, Ward anil District af- 
 fairs as any native-born American business man of my 
 acquaintance, — although, somehow or other, that does 
 not seem to be saying a whole lot, — the apathy of the 
 average American business man to such affairs being 
 proverbial. 
 
 While I shall continue to be "neutral" in act 
 and <leed until this war is settled, — unless our country 
 is embroiled, — I find that my sympathies are so de- 
 cidedly %vith the allies that T cannot be neutral in 
 thought and I feel so deeply in the matter that, to 
 paraphrase William of Avon, "1 had rather be a toa<i 
 and live upon the vapor of a dungeon than be the 
 thing they call a "neutral" regarding such a struggle 
 na is now going on in Europe." This being the state 
 of my mind I feel that it is incumbent upon me to 
 lend the allies all the moral support I can, to do what 
 little I can to relieve the appalling distress that has 
 been occasioned, and, now and then, send a word of 
 cheer, some tobacco, or a package of cigarettes, to the 
 poorj^jjj^i who are fighting the battles of civilization 
 ill the niud, slush and snow of the shell torn trenches. 
 
 I feel that a former British subject can give ex- 
 pression to such opinions without having any question 
 raised regarding his loyalty to the flag of the United 
 States to which ho has sworn allegiance, for an Eng 
 lishman is always loyal to the soil on which he lives, 
 and, whenever any dispute arises between his home- 
 land and his motherland bis lot is always cast with his 
 

 liomel.iii.l. Ill pniof uf this 1 offer tin- iiaiiics of the 
 fouiulois of thin leiuililic ainl the names of tlie signers 
 to tlie Declaration of linlepeinlence. nearly all of whom 
 are of Enfjlisli. Irish, Scotch or Welsh blooil. 
 
 That Americans still bolieve that men of this 
 liloo.l are worthy of conti<lence is ovidcnceil by the 
 fact that of the -7 (iresiilents of the I'niteil States, 2.") • 
 of them are ilescemlants of the sons and ilavighters of 
 the British Isles, the other two trace their ancestry to 
 nollaml, anil no other Kiiroiiean race, not even " Kul- 
 tured" Germany, can lay claim to any blood that has 
 been used in the making of any of the Chief Majlis 
 trates of this ;;lorions Reimblic. 
 
 At the first ;j;lance this seems strangle when we 
 consider how many millions of jieoiile of German an- 
 cestry tliere are iii this conntiy. However, when we 
 rellect n|.oii the marvellous "s|iy" system that has 
 been ilevelopeil bv (ieiniaiiy throiijihont the world; 
 when we think of' the many "Little German Bands" 
 that used to jilay on every street corner, all of which 
 .lisappeared just' before tliis war befjan; when we con 
 sider the atrocities that have been coniinitted in Bel- 
 <;inni, Poland, Servia, Montenegro and Albania: the 
 sackiiii; of Lonvain: the destruction of Klieims; the 
 bombardment of Scarboroii};!! ; the droppiii}; of Zeppe 
 lin bombs on peaceful villages; th(> destruction of the 
 Lusitania with more than a thousand non-combatant 
 victims, men, women and chiblreii; the shooting of the 
 poor nurse, Kdith f:avell; and. what is far worse, the 
 evident .jov ami oiieii gloating of men who call them 
 selves civilized at the news of the perpetration of 
 snch horrible atrocities; when we rellect upon all tliesi> 
 things and also consider the further fact that Germany 
 has never produced a shining exponent of "Liberty;" 
 has never raised n Garibaldi, a Liiiiis Kossuth, a 
 'i'haddeus Koscinozko. a Simon Bolivar, a William Tell, 
 .•1 Lafavette, a .hdm llampdon, an Oliver Cromwell, 
 :i Willierforee, a Gladstone, a Washington, a Wendell 
 Phillips, or a Lincoln.— ALL APOSTLES OF FREE- 
 DOM; — that the ni;in who is held up to be the greatest 
 (ieiniau of all time is Bisni;irck, "the Man of Blood 
 and Iron;" and that the greatest living (iermaii hero is 
 Von llimlenberg, who is said to ha\e the most diabolic 
 .•il, cruel, \indictive, nncngefnl, wicked, ami malicious 
 face that was ever placed above the neck of mortal 
 man, a picture of wliich would make the face of the 
 most savage Red Indian look quite benevolent by com 
 parison: I say, when we take the measure of the Ger 
 man type of' national hero, and rellect upon all the 
 facts jnst mentioned, it is not surprising that a free 
 peojde, .levoted to free institutions, animated by ben 
 evcdent. exalting and linmane principles and opposi'd 
 to the rille of the sword, should withold from tins race 
 the highest office within its gift, THE PRESIDENCY, 
 
 1 know and a)>|ireciate the fiienilshi|j of many 
 (iermaus, — men of integrity, — sober, industrious, tlirif 
 tv, honorable .iiid intelligent men, — men, who are devot- 
 ed and loyal to the Hag of the country in wliich we live; 
 women of virtue — modest, home-loving, frugal, faith 
 Till women; — women who are good wives and self sac- 
 liHcing mothers. Some of these understand the causes 
 which led up to the outbreak of this war, tbey do not 
 approve of the course taken by the Kaiser and his 
 War Lords, and, they realize that the cause of civiliz- 
 ation will be advanced and that the world will be a 
 better jdace to live in when I'rnssian Militarism is 
 sm.ashed for ever. They realize that this tremendous 
 struggle is not so much a war of nations or races, but 
 one of iiUvils, the central jioiiit of whii-li is, — shall the 
 World be Ruled by the Ballot Box or by the Sword? 
 
 T started out collecting a few loosely scattered 
 lOpies of these British War songs and typewriting 
 them for the edification of my American born friends 
 and for the |deasure that my British-born friends 
 might derive from them; 1 ended by making a little 
 printed book out of them. In the same way I started 
 
 to write this "preface," or "excuse" for the book and 
 now find myself making a pro-ally argument on the 
 war. Is that the province of a ]>refaee to a book of 
 songs? Shall 1 destroy this argument and restrict this 
 preface to the first few paragraphs? Finally I decide 
 to let the article go forth for what it is worth — the 
 thoughts and oidnions of one man. 
 
 * * ♦ 
 
 1 fin. I that I still have a little bit of space left 
 oil this iiage so 1 will help to (ill it by relating a little 
 incident which occurred a year ago last September. 
 
 1 was on my way back from a trip to California, 
 and two I'niteil States judges, who were on their way 
 to attend court at the ciijiital of their state, were trav- 
 eling companions for a few hundred miles. We were 
 in the smoking room of a I'ullman and the place was 
 so crowded that three or four men could not fiml seats. 
 .V lierce argument on the war was in progress ;ind the 
 two main combatants were two Germans. Both of 
 these men came to this country when they were boys, 
 both were intelligent, well read, successful business 
 men. both had visited Germany, England and France 
 in recent years and so both were thoroughly conversant 
 with I'onditions in those countries. They were Strang 
 ers to eaili other ami one was a vehement defender of 
 the policies ]jnrsned by the Getnian war ji.arty, the 
 other was etiually as strong in favor of the allies. The 
 argument became heateil ami they each dragged up 
 sc-raps of ancient and modern American, German and 
 F.nglish history to supjiort the various arguments. Fin- 
 ally one of the two judges, a magnificent and vigorous 
 specimen of .American manhood, in spite of his seventy 
 years of age, said, as near as I can remember; — 
 
 ".My great great grandfather fought against 
 Kngland iii the Revolutionary war which resulted in 
 the Declaration of American Independence in 177(i; 
 iny great gramlfather fought against Kngland in the 
 wiir of 1S112; my father was killed in the civil war in 
 the sixties and 1 was old enough to fight, and did tight 
 for four years in that great struggle. It was believed, 
 and is now believed, that Knglan.l sympathized with 
 the South in that conflict, anil so, if we Anierii-ans 
 owe the Knglish anything, we owe them a few grudges. 
 On the contrary, we have never had any trouble with 
 (Germany in any way, shape or form, and so, if other 
 things were equ.il, we should side with Germany in this 
 w;ir and lend her all the moral support we can, thus 
 pa> iiig back to the Knglish the grudges wc owe them 
 :ind repaying back to (Jermany the goodwill that has 
 :ilways existed between that country and ours, but," — 
 and iiere he paused, weighing his words, as he might ilo 
 when delivering an ini]iortant decision from the bench 
 — "But, other things are not eipial. Britain is now 
 s:icri(icing herself to establish the right of small nations 
 to live; she is now fighting to more firmly establish 
 democratic power as oiqiosed to autocratic or military 
 (lower, the very thing for which our fathers fought and 
 died; we cannot give any moral support to Germany 
 in this war without throwing to the winds the very 
 lirincijiles ujioii which this government is founded; we 
 must liope •■md pray for the success of the allies and 
 lend them such moral and financial support as will 
 enable them to win in order that our form of gover- 
 meiit may be secured to us and perpetuated for our 
 descendants; as far as 1 can see we ha\'c no choice in 
 this matter for GREAT BRITAIN IS NOW FIGHT- 
 ING THE BATTLE OF CIVILIZATION AND GREAT 
 BRITAIN IS RIGHT." 
 
 I'iltsl.urgh. I'a., October .'H, 191(i. 
 
LAND OF HOPE AND GLORY 
 
 1 
 Doar land of hope, thy hope is frowned; 
 
 (iOD make thee mightier yet! 
 On sov'ruM brows beloved, renowned, 
 
 Ouce more thy crown is set 
 Thine equal laws, by freedom gained, 
 
 Have ruled thee well and long; 
 By freedom gained, by truth maintained. 
 
 Thine Knipire shall be strong. 
 
 C'HORfS:— 
 Land of hope and glory, mother of the free, 
 How shall we extol thee who are born of thee? 
 Wider still and wider shall thy bounds be set; 
 • iOD who made thee mighty make thee mightier yet! 
 
 2 
 Thy fame is ancient as the days, 
 
 As ocean large and wide; 
 A pride that dares, and heeds not praise — 
 
 A stern and silent pride. 
 Not that false .joy that dreams content 
 
 With what our sires have Won; 
 The blood a hero sire hath spent 
 
 8honlil nerve a hero son. 
 
 (Cliiirus as Abii\ e I 
 
 THE SOLDIERS OF THE KING 
 1 
 Britons always loyally declaim 
 
 About the way we rule the waves — 
 Kv ry Briton's song is just the same, 
 
 When singing of our soldier braves, 
 .Ml the worlil has heard it, wonders why we sing, 
 
 And some have learned the reason why; 
 We're not forgetting it, we're not letting it 
 
 Fade away or gradually die. 
 So when we say that England 's master. 
 Remember who has made her so — 
 
 CHORVS:— 
 It's the Soldiers of the King, my lads. 
 Who've been, my lads — who 're seen, my lails. 
 In the fight for England's glory, lads. 
 
 Of its world-wide glory let ns sing. 
 .\nd when we say we've always won, 
 And when they ask us how it's done. 
 We'll proudly point to overyone 
 
 Of Knglan'.l's Sobiiers of the King. 
 
 War clouds gather over ev'ry land, 
 
 Onr treaties threatened east and west; 
 Nations that we've shaken by the hand. 
 
 Our honoured pledges try to test. 
 They may have thought us sleeping— thought us 
 prejiared. 
 
 Because we have our party wars. 
 But Britons all unite, when they're called to fight 
 
 TJie battle for OM England 's common cause. 
 So when we say that England's master. 
 Remember who has made her so — 
 
 (Chorus as Above) 
 
 YOUR KING AND COUNTRY NEED YOU 
 1 
 We're |iroud of our little country. 
 
 We 're firoud of our lads in blue. 
 We 're ])roud of our mighty Emjiire 
 
 And our lads in khaki, too. 
 Kor when England seems in danger 
 
 They answer one anil all. 
 "Your King and Country need you!" 
 
 Is the British Nation's Call. 
 
 CHORl'S:— 
 There's a call for men who will guar^l old England's 
 
 gate. 
 The Laud of Peace and Frce<lom. 
 
 While our sailors show that Britannia rules the wave. 
 There'll be lots of Tommies handy if we neeil them. 
 When the BuU-ilog barks and the Lion begins to roar, 
 In .Justice tioil will speed you. 
 So, Cheer Boys, Cheer, and bravely volunteer, 
 Vciur King and Country need you! 
 2 
 We know when our Naval Watch dogs 
 
 .\re out for a big sea fight. 
 We know how the British gunners 
 
 .Make their weapons bark and bite. 
 .•\Tid «c pray for our vanquished foenien 
 
 Who give their lives so dear, 
 Kor wlien England seems in danger. 
 Not a Briton has a fear. 
 
 ("Chorus as Above) 
 
 BRAVO. TERRITORIALS 
 
 1 
 Onie long, long ago our critics lid<l ns 
 
 We should be no good in war, 
 Laughed at all our talk of Territorials, 
 
 And asked what they were for. 
 But they have altered their opinions. 
 
 Now they see, to their surprise, 
 What a ho.st is reaily there in the Empire '< i.,,.i. 
 share. 
 
 While old England proudly eries — 
 
 LHORl'S:— 
 ■'Bravo, Territorials, Territorials, bravo! 
 Rough or skilled they have proved they're fille.l 
 With the pluck to face the foe. 
 They '11 do what they 're wanted to, 
 Kor they're built for work, not show, 
 .\iid when called to fight or die, they will give 
 cause to cry. 
 
 Territorials, bravo!" 
 
 'I'liough once, if war really I'ame, we wondered SS 
 
 If their courage would prove true, ■—- 
 
 Our foe will soon know that he has blundered — 
 
 When he learns what fhey can ilo. ^S 
 
 Sport has but fitted them for duty, —~ 
 
 And now duty's to be done, ^— 
 
 With a courage that's sublime they'll prove worthy ^S 
 
 every time ^^ 
 
 Of the cry that cheered them on — — 
 
 C Chorus as Above) Z^ 
 
SUSSEX BY THE SEA 
 1 
 Now is till" tinio for iiiaroliiiiK. 
 
 Now let your hearts tie s;=>>'. 
 TIark lo the merry luifjles 
 
 8oiiniliiij; aloMg our way. 
 So let your voices riiiy;, my boys, 
 
 And take the time from me. 
 Ami I'll sing you a song, as we march along. 
 
 Of Sussex by the Sea. 
 
 ("HOKUS:— 
 Oh! we're the men from Sussex, 
 
 Sussex by the Sea. 
 We plow and sow anil rea|> .iml mow 
 
 Anil useful nu>n are we. 
 And when you go to Sussex, 
 
 Whoever you may be. 
 You may tel'l them all, that wc stand m tall. 
 
 For Sussex by the Sea. 
 
 Oh I Sussex! Sussex by the Sea! 
 
 Good old Sus.sex by tiie Sea! 
 
 You may tell them' all, that we stand <ir tall. 
 
 For Sussex by the Sea. 
 
 Far o'er the seas we wander. 
 
 Wide through the world we'll mam. 
 Far from the kind hearts yonder. 
 
 Far froni our dear old home. 
 But ne'er can we forget, my boys. 
 
 As true we'll ever be 
 Til the girls so kind, that we left lirhind. 
 
 In Sussex by the Sea. 
 
 (Chorus as Above i 
 
 * * + 
 
 WE DIDN'T WANT TO FIGHT, BUT BY JINGO. 
 NOW WE DO! 
 
 1 
 The ''Dogs of \V;ii" are loose, foi- the Kagle of the 
 
 South 
 lias sought to lling dctiame in the Hritish Lion's mouth. 
 He's asking for a thrashing, and a flir.asliing he will gel. 
 Britannia's not preiiared to take an insult yet. 
 The Lion did his best to fiml him somi' excuse. 
 To creep back in his cage again — his answer was abuse, 
 lie hungers for a \iitim: Ih''s pleased when blood i^; 
 
 shed; 
 But let us hope his riiines iiiav all recoil mi liis own 
 
 head! 
 
 (lion IS:— 
 We didn't want to light but by .lingo, now we do. 
 We've got the ships, we've got the men, and got tic 
 
 money too. 
 We've found a friend in need; to friends He must be 
 true. 
 We'll ]diick the Kagle's talons out between us! 
 
 Since first ambitious William ciinimenced his littl"' 
 
 game, 
 He seemed to think the Lion would jirove an easy 
 
 thing to tame. 
 He started building armies, and he started building 
 
 ships; 
 But he'll find he's made a blunder when we "come to 
 
 grips! '' 
 To contravene a treaty he's done his level best — 
 An action which all Kurojiean nations must detest. 
 Before the fight is over, we'll teach this Kaiser vain. 
 There's such a thing as HONOUR, and we'll make the 
 
 lesson plain. 
 
 (Chorus as Above) 
 
 HERE'S TO THE DAY 
 (We've Got a Mailed Fist, too) 
 1 
 Onee again Britannia's sons 
 
 Are standing side by side. 
 The die is cast, the day has come. 
 
 And the sword must now decide. 
 The German War-Lord in his pride 
 
 Has thrown the challenge down. 
 So in the right we now must light 
 
 For England, Home and Crown, 
 His mad ambition we'll resi-st, 
 
 We're not afraid of his MaH "d Fist, 
 
 CHORUS:— 
 
 "Here's to the day, " has. been their toast, 
 
 "Here's to the day, '"-hrts been-tlieir boast, 
 The day has come, but not our seeking, 
 
 Bugles call and the guns are speaking. 
 Thus our foe with his niail'd fist 
 
 Brags of what he '11 do. 
 We understand him fully. 
 
 We'll show this German Bully, 
 That we've got a mail'd fist too. 
 
 Once again for Honour's sake 
 
 We rally round the Flag, 
 From English homes, from FIriu's Isle, 
 
 And from Wales and Scottish crag. 
 From sunny Australasian shores. 
 
 From Canada so wide, 
 Britannia's sons will man the guns. 
 
 All trusted, true and tried. 
 Whatever comes let tliis be heard, 
 "We made a pledge and kept our word." 
 (Chorus as Above) 
 
 V ^ T 
 
 THE TRUMPET-VOICE OF MOTHERLAND 
 IS CALLING 
 
 1 
 There came .i day when Britain's ]ieace was roughly 
 broken through. 
 When Kaiser madman dare'd us all anew; 
 With insult we were told that our fame was getting 
 cold! 
 And he didn't care a darn for such as yt)u! 
 The honor of our land was at stake and so our hand 
 
 Was bound to be uplifted in the fray. 
 We haven't sought the fight but we know that we are 
 right, 
 .\ lid to boasting (lermans this is \\li;it we say: — 
 
 CHORUS:— 
 Come ye foemen, now you must be taught 
 
 Britain's honour never can be bought! 
 Right is might, now we'll fight! 
 
 We never llinch before a Vmllv's brawling! 
 Come now, brothers, not a moment stay, 
 
 Clear the foemen out of Britain's way! 
 Glorious fame crowns your name! 
 
 The trumpet \oice of Motherland is calling! 
 
 Our laiis in blue and khaki too have ;inswer'd to the ^S 
 
 call = 
 
 With fervour they are glowing one :ind all; Z 
 
 They long to shoulder arms, they've no fear of War's ::z 
 
 alarms ; 
 
 And they don't intend the Empire shall look small! = 
 
 From all our far-off shores, the British fjion roars ; 
 
 In answer to the Kagle's threatening cr.v; ; 
 
 The bulldog too has growl 'd for honor has been foul 'd, ~ 
 
 And we do not care a Potsdam if Ave die! E 
 
 (Chorus as Above) - 
 
= WHEN TOMMY COMES MABCHINQ HOME 
 
 — Till' fjiiis wi'io rrviiif; tlioir >'\ I's out when 
 i^ Thi> " Toiiiiiiios " wont off to war. 
 
 ^s Tlie j;irls will nil He smiling, wlieu 
 ^— They see 'em come bai'k oiioe more 
 
 ^S Tbey 'II put out tlie (lags ami 1>unting, when 
 ^i: The ships <-ome across the foam. 
 
 — Oh! Won't there be a how-do youdot 
 ^^ When Tommy I'onies marching home. 
 
 When Tommy comes njnrehing home again, 
 
 Hurrah! Hurrah! 
 When Tommy comes mari'liing home again. 
 Hurrah! Hurrah | 
 Yon 'II see the ladies, Maud anil I,ou, 
 With boys in khaki, boys in blue, 
 .\nil they'll never be short of a fat; •>! tu.i, 
 When Tommy conies marching home. 
 
 .1 
 Wlien .Johnnie comes marching home again. 
 
 Hurrah! Hurrah! 
 When .lolinnie comes marching home again. 
 Hurrah! Hurrah! 
 We'll give 'I'ln a cheer when they come back,- 
 Our British bull-<logs, white and black,— 
 With a .iolly big cheer for Sailor .lac-k. 
 When .Tohnnie oomes marching home. 
 
 Wlien I'addy comes marching lionn- again. 
 
 Hurrah! Hurrah! 
 When Paddy comes marching home again. 
 Hurrah! Hurrah! 
 They'll all sing '• Tipperary, " What.' 
 The Roilmond boys and Carson's lot, 
 ,-\nd be danged if they'll give us an Irish • lln.k,' 
 When Paddy comes marching home. 
 
 When Taffy comes marching home again. 
 
 }[urrah! Hurrah! 
 When Taffv comes marching home again, 
 Hiirrah! Hurrah! 
 IJoyil (ieorge is sure to pack the plate. 
 When we carve up the Oerman 's fate 
 He'll say'M'p with the flag and down with the rate'' 
 When Taffv conu-s marching home. 
 
 f> 
 
 hom 
 
 e again. 
 
 When Sandy comes marchin; 
 
 Hurrah! Hurrah! 
 When Samlv comes marching home again, 
 0!'Aye! O! Aye! 
 The Germans won't ito any goose-step then. 
 The Scotties will cook their goose, ye ken, 
 They'll have had quite enough of the Highland men. 
 When Sandy comes marching home. 
 
 7 
 When the Terriers all come home again. 
 
 Hurrah! Hurrah! 
 When the Terriers all come home ;igain. 
 Hurrah! Hurrah! 
 Sweet peace along with tlu-m thev'll bring. 
 They 11 have taught tlie Kaiser Bill to sing 
 The "Marseilles" and "Ood save the King. ' 
 When the Terriors all come home. 
 
 When Tommy comes manhing home again. 
 
 Hurrah! Hurrah! 
 When Tommy comes marching home again. 
 Hurrah! Hurrah! 
 The Germans will have received the shock, 
 That Kaiser of theirs will take the "Knock, 
 .\nd the taverns won't shut at ten o'clock. 
 When Tommy comes marching home. 
 
 HERE WE ABE! HEBE WE ARE! AGAIN! 
 1 
 The poets, since the war began, 
 
 Have written lots of things, 
 About our gallant soldier lads. 
 
 Which no-one ever sings. 
 .\lthough their words are very good, 
 
 The lilt they seem to miss, 
 l'"i>r Tommy likes a British song, 
 
 .\ song that goes like this 
 
 ( HORUS:— 
 Were we are! Here we are! here we are again. 
 There's Pat and Mac and Tommy and .Tack and Joe 
 
 When there's trouble brewing, — 
 
 When there's something doing, — 
 
 ,\re we downhearted? 
 No! Let 'em all come. 
 
 Here we are. here we are, here we are again. 
 We're fit anil well and feeling as right as rain, 
 
 Xever mind the weather 
 
 Now they're all together. 
 Hello! Hello! Here we are again! Hocb! 
 
 (Patter) That's the idea boys 
 and don't put any ' h ' in. 
 
 1>on't forget the 'ocli 
 
 When Tommy went across tin* s(*as 
 
 To bear the battle's brunt, 
 ()f course he sang this little sung 
 
 While niaiching to the front. 
 .\iid when he's walking through Hi'ilin. 
 
 Ifc'll sing the anthem still. 
 He'll shove a Woodbine in and say, 
 
 "How are yon I'mle Bill?" 
 
 (Chorus as Aliove) 
 
 (l';itter> That's the spirit me b'hoys. Now once 
 more in honor of the brave little Belgians, God bless 
 'em. They all deserve to live in a house of gold. Now 
 altogether me b 'hoys. 
 
 (Chorus as Above) 
 
 tl'atter; Now my b'hoys. once more in honor of 
 the br:i\'e Britisliers. 
 
 (Chorus as Above) 
 
 4. 4, 4. 
 
 THE GOOSE STEP 
 1 
 We've had the one-step, we've had the two step. 
 
 We've had the <-ake walk from Tennessee 
 But there's the new step, it's called the goose step. 
 
 And it comes from Germany. 
 The Kaiser says when he arrives in Knglaml. 
 
 Kvery other step will then be through. 
 The Piccadilly crawl, will be no use at all. 
 
 There'll be only one step then to do. 
 
 - CHORt'S:— 
 We shall all do the goose step. 
 We shall all do the new steii. 
 When we stroll down Pic-Pic adilly 
 .lust to jdease Almighty Kaiser Willie. 
 We shall all ilo the goose step, 
 
 .Tust to show our German loyalty. 
 But there's one step the Kaiser's got to learn from 
 Tommy Atkins. 
 
 That's the quick step back to Germany, 
 
 2 
 We've heard him swanking, we've heard him banking 
 
 On being in England on Christmas Da.v, 
 He sa,vs with airships, such l)ig and rare shi]»s. 
 
 He means to land at Wopping Bav. 
 We only ho]ie he does arrive in England 
 
 .\s a prisoner here he'll soon be booked, 
 .■\ud he'll be plucked quite bare, of all his Kiiltur rare, 
 
 .\nil his goose by Kitchener be cooked, 
 (Chorus as Above) 
 
= LET EM ALL COME. WE'RE READY 
 
 ^E Mou of the Kiiipirp far ami wiilc, 
 
 ^3 Men of oiir rock-boiinil shorp, 
 
 = Hark to tlic souml of your coiiiitry's call — 
 
 r= Calling von forth to war, 
 
 ^3 l'|i anri lie cjoiiij; each inotlicr's son, 
 
 ^= Onrs not to roason wliv, 
 
 ^= liallv arounil the grand olil lla<;. 
 
 = This he onr liattle cry. 
 
 = CTIOIU'S:— 
 
 ^= l,('t them all come, we are ready for tlieni all 
 
 Not a man who will shirk liis country's call. 
 
 Xever mind the (Jernian crew, 
 
 Z^ We are Koing to see it through, 
 
 Steady men of iOn^jland, steady. 
 
 ^E ■•et them all come, thon;;li the (nitlook '.s yrini .-iinl 
 
 == black 
 
 VVi^ can leave it all to Tommy and to .lack, 
 
 ^E If HiP.v think that we're afraid, 
 
 z^ Mere "s our answer ready made, — 
 
 - Let them all come, we are ready. 
 
 ^E * * + 
 
 = THE ARMY OF TODAY'S ALL RIGHT 
 
 ^E When the |ieo|>le tell you that the army 's not complete. 
 
 ^E 't Ko<'*< t" xliow, that they don't know. 
 
 ^= I'll say the arnij''s simply perfect, can't l>e heat. 
 
 - I know it's true, because I do. 
 '^^ Sometime l>ai'k it seenu'il to me, 
 
 ^= Things wiM-en 't all they ought to he, 
 
 There was one thing that was wanted, only one. 
 
 =11 And of course that thing was done. 
 
 = ClIORrS:— 
 
 So its all right, its all right now 
 
 There's no need to worry any more. 
 
 I saw the army wasn 't strong, 
 
 ^= Oh! Kverything was wrong, 
 
 *^ Till the day I came along, 
 
 .\iid then the hand played, they all hoorayed. 
 
 ^= The guns fireil a salvo of clelight. 
 
 I joined the army yesterday 
 
 ^^ So the :irmv of tod.av 's .'illright. 
 
 I found tlie colonel of the reginuMit in the dumps. 
 
 Said T "What forF" He siniiilv swore. 
 Oh! C'rund.s! The language! Weill He hd it out in 
 lumjis. 
 
 It was a shock, it stop|>eil the clock. 
 
 When his lireath lame b.ack a bit, 
 
 lie explained tlie cause of it, 
 " What we need here is «(une ginger, sir.'' >aid Imv 
 1 said, "Th.'it's me. yon need nnv " 
 
 CHOKl'S:- 
 So its all right, its .-ill right now 
 There 's no need to worry any more. 
 
 T saw the army wasn 't strong, 
 
 Oh! Kverything was wrong. 
 
 Till the (lay J came along, 
 And then the band pl.-iyed, they all hooraycil, 
 
 "You've saved us" said Kitchener with delight 
 1 Joineil the army yesterday 
 
 So the army of tod;iy 's allright. 
 
 So its all right, its all right now 
 There's no need to worry anv more. 
 
 1 saw the army wasn't strong. 
 
 Oh! I'^vervthing was wrong. 
 
 Till the day I came along, 
 .\nil then the hand played, they all hoorayed. 
 
 The Kaiser, they say, wejit deathly white. 
 I ioineil the army yestenlay 
 
 So the army of today's allright. 
 
 ALL'S WELL = 
 
 From "The British Fleet" S 
 
 Oeserteil by the waning moon, ^E 
 
 When skies proclaiui night's cheerless noon, — 
 
 On tower, or fort, or tented ground ^^ 
 
 The sentry walks his lonely round: ZZZ 
 
 .\nd sho\ild a footstep haply stray ^^ 
 
 Wliere caution marks the guarded way, ^^ 
 
 "Who goes there? Stranger, quickly tell!" s^ 
 "A friend!" "The wonl?" " Goodnight ; " all's well. ^ 
 
 f)r, sailing on the miilnight rieep. 
 When weary messmates soundly sleep, 
 The careful watch patrols the deck, 
 Til guard the ship from foes or wreck; 
 .\iiil while his thoughts oft homewards veer, 
 Some frienilly voice salutes his ear, — 
 "What cheer? Brother, quickly tell; 
 .\hove, — below." Gooil-night; all's well. 
 
 * * ♦ 
 
 UP FROM SOMERSET 
 1 
 Oh! We came up from Somerset, 
 
 To see the great review. 
 There was Mary dressed in her Sumlay best 
 
 And our boy Billy too. 
 The druius are rolling i>ompadour. 
 
 The trumpets too they blew, — 
 When right up rode his Ma,jesty 
 
 .\ml says "And who be yon.'" 
 
 "Oh! We've come up from Somerset. 
 
 Where the cider apples grow. 
 We've come to see yo\ir .Majesty, 
 
 Ami how the world does go. 
 And when you're wanting anyone. 
 
 If you'll kindly let us know. 
 We'll all come up from Somerset, 
 
 Because we love vou so," 
 
 Then the Queen, she looked at Mary. 
 
 .And ''What's your name?" she said. 
 But Mary blushed like any rose 
 
 Ami hung her jiretty head. 
 "Why do you blush so, Mary? 
 
 Speak up and tell her, do" 
 So she said, "If you plea.se, your Majesty 
 
 My name is Mary, too."' 
 
 ''And we've come up from Somerset, 
 
 Where the cider apples grow. 
 Where the girls can hem and sew :in<l stitch 
 
 Anil also reap and hoe. 
 .\nd if you're wanting any girls. 
 
 And you'll kindly let us know, 
 W<' '11 all come up from Somerset, 
 
 Because we lo\e vou so. ' ' 
 
 Then the King looked down at Billy boy. 
 
 Before they rode away, 
 ''And what, tell me_ are you going to be?' 
 
 His Majesty did say. 
 So Billy boy pulled his forelock, 
 
 .\.ni\ stood up trim and true, — 
 •'Oh! I'm going to be a soldier, sir 
 
 For I want to fight for you." 
 
 ■'For we've come up from Somerset, 
 
 Where the ciiler apj)les grow. 
 For we're all big men in SonuMset, 
 
 As we were long, long, ago. 
 .\nd when you're wanting soldier boys. 
 
 And there's fighting for to do, 
 Vou just send down to Somerset, 
 
 Ami we'll all be up for you." 
 
 10 
 
THE LADS IN NAVY BLUE 
 
 1 
 8ing a song in (nnise of Jack the sailor, 
 
 Sing a song about tbo .lolly tar. 
 Wh.v not l>oast of those who guanl our roiist f 
 
 Right prouil of them we are. 
 ■Must we always sing of Tommy Atkins: 
 
 Not one word for .laek / 
 When on lanil, he makes a niight.v stand, 
 
 Anil beats the foenian back! 
 Wh.v in our glorv do we tower; 
 
 What is the secret of our power? 
 
 CHORIS. 
 It is the Xavr, the British Nav.v, 
 
 That keeps our foes at bay. 
 Out oM song, ''Britannia rules the waves,'' 
 
 We still can sing todav. 
 We've got a Navy, a fighting Navy: 
 Our neighbours know that's trni>; 
 And it kee|>s them in their place. 
 
 For they know thev'd have to face 
 The livel.v little ladsiu Navy Blue! 
 2 
 Years ago. when serving for their countrv. 
 
 British tars have met our nianv foes. 
 How .Tack fought, iu viet'ries dearly bought. 
 
 Our hist "ry ]>lainl.v shows. 
 What we did in glorious davs of Nelson, 
 
 Kngland still can do. 
 Hearts of oak still scorn the foreign .voke; 
 
 The olil. old song holds true! 
 Why in our glory do we tower; 
 
 What is the secret of our power.' 
 (Chorus as Above) 
 3 
 Sailor .lack has gain'd a reputation: 
 
 Kolks declare his love is onlv sport. 
 Kvil minds believe a sailor finds 
 
 A wife in ev 'ry port! 
 Ladies, I beseech vou, don't believe it: 
 
 .lack can faithful be. 
 He ne'er swerves; the mistress tliat lie si>rvcN 
 
 Is Sristress of the Sea! 
 Why in our glorv do we tower: 
 
 What is the sei'ret of our power? 
 (Chorus as Above) 
 
 * ■i- •> 
 
 THERE'S SOMEONE WANTS YOU 
 1 
 
 Think how thev fought, every inch dearlv bo\ii;ht, 
 
 For olil Kngland to free. 
 Think how her sons have fallen and died 
 
 For vour mates and me. 
 Foemen have cried, a.ve, ami foeman have lied. 
 
 Still we did not want war. 
 Come every son, be prepared every one, 
 
 .Inst as in ilays of vore. 
 
 CHORT'S.— 
 There's someone wants .you. there's a knock at your 
 
 door. 
 There's someone wants you. at the seat of the w;ir. 
 Your mates are calling, your mates are falling. 
 Now, in the fight for the right. 
 And its right against might. 
 For your country wants you. 
 2 
 How tan you rest, when yo\i know you I'onfessed. 
 
 That the good bovs have gone. 
 How can vou stav. when you know that today. 
 
 We need every one. 
 You won't be fools, if you throw down your tools, 
 
 Ami .just leave evervthing, 
 Then take yonr place, face the Oerninn menace. 
 For your countrv wants vou. 
 
 (Chorus as Above) 
 
 FALL IN 
 
 1 
 What will you lack, .sonny, what will you lack 
 
 When the girls line up the street. 
 Shouting their love to the lads come back 
 
 From the foe they rushed to beat .' 
 Will you send a strangled cheer to the skv 
 
 And grin till .your cheeks are red? 
 But what will you lack when your mate goes bv 
 
 With a girl who cuts vou deadf 
 
 Where will you look, sonn.v, where will you look. 
 
 When the children yet to be 
 I'lamour to learn of the part vou took 
 
 In the war that kept men freef 
 Will you say it was naught to vou if France 
 
 Stood uj) to her foe or bunkeil ? 
 But where will you look when they give the glance 
 
 That tells you thev know vou funked? 
 
 How will you fare, sonny, how will you fare 
 
 In the far off winter night, 
 When you sit In- the fire in an old man's chair 
 
 And your neighbours talk of the fight? 
 Will you slink away, as it were from a blow, 
 
 Y^our old head shamed and bent? 
 Or say — I was not with the first to go. 
 
 But I went, thank (JOD. I went .' 
 
 Why do thev c.-iU, sonny, why do they I'all 
 
 For men who are brave and strong? 
 Is it naught to vou if your 40untry fall. 
 
 And Right is smasheil by Wrong? 
 Is it football still and the picture show. 
 
 The pub and the betting odds, 
 When your brothers stand to the tvrant's blow 
 
 .\nd Britain's call is GOD'S? 
 
 * * * 
 
 A WARRIOR BOLD 
 
 1 
 111 days of old, when knights were bobl. 
 
 And barons held their sway; 
 A warrior bold, with spurs of gold. 
 
 Sang uierrilv his lay — sang merrily his lav. 
 My love is voung and fair, 
 
 ir.v love hath golden hair, 
 .\nil e.ves so blue and heart so true. 
 
 That none with her compare; 
 So what care I though death be nigh, 
 
 T live for love or die; 
 So what care I though death be nigh, 
 
 I live for love I die. 
 
 CHORUS:— 
 
 So what care I though death be nigh, 
 
 I live for love, for love I die; 
 So what care I though death be nigh, 
 
 T live for love I die. 
 
 .'^o this brave knight in armor bright. 
 
 When gailv to the frav. 
 He fought the fight, but ere the night 
 
 His soul had )>assed awav. 
 The plighted ring he'd wore 
 
 Was crushed and wet with gore; 
 Yet ere he died he bravely cried, 
 
 I kept the vow I swore. 
 So what care I though death be nigh, 
 
 I live for love or die; 
 So what care I though ileath be nigh, 
 
 1 live for love or die. 
 
 (Chorus as Above) 
 
 11 
 
^Illlillllllllli 
 
 BOYS IN KHAKI, BOYS IN BLUE 
 
 1 
 Sing a soug of Rule Britannia I 
 
 Sing in praise of Britain's boys; 
 .(oily Jack, the sailor, with his breezy style, 
 Mister Tommy Atkins, of the rank and file — 
 They're two lads we lan depend on, 
 
 When danger comes our way. 
 For their fathers all were fighters and what 's bred i 
 the bone, — 
 
 Is sure to come out, some day.- — 
 
 CIIOIU'S:— 
 
 n khaki, boys iji blue, 
 
 the best of jolly gooil luck to yo)i! 
 
 all right, in love or war: 
 
 get there again, just the same as you've 
 done before, 
 n khaki, boys in blue, 
 no idle boast or brag, 
 
 we get you both together, tlu're's going to be 
 ilirty weather 
 anyone who tramples on the ll.Tg! 
 
 S Boys i 
 
 E llere'> 
 
 — You 'ro 
 
 = You'll 
 
 E Boys i 
 
 = It's 
 
 = When 
 
 Sing a song of Rule Britannlal 
 
 .\"ow there's fighting work to do, 
 Kver staunch and rea<ly, when the hour is nigh, 
 
 British boys know how to tight and how to liie. 
 l^ads, we know you'll do your duty. 
 
 Whatever fate may bring. 
 You have got the ]duok ami muscle, so make your 
 battle-cry. 
 
 For Empire, for Home ami King! 
 (Chorus as Above l 
 
 * * ♦ 
 THREE FISHERS 
 
 1 
 Three fishers went sailing out into the west. 
 Out intn the west as the sun went down; 
 Kach tho't on the woman who loved him the best, 
 .\nd the (hildren stood watching them out of the 
 town : 
 For men must work, anil women must weep. 
 And there's little to earn, and many to keeji; 
 Tho' tlie harlior bar be moaning. 
 2 
 Three wives sat up in the lighthouse tow "r, 
 
 And they trimmed the lamps as the sun went down; 
 They lookeil at the stpiall and they looked at the 
 show'r, 
 .\nd the night rack <aiuc ndling up, ragged and 
 brown; 
 But men must work, and women must weep, 
 Tho' st<unis bi' suilden and waters deeji; 
 .\nd the harbor bar be moaning. 
 3 
 Tliree corpses lay ont on the shining sands, 
 
 In the morning gleam, as the tiile went down; 
 .\nd the wonieii are wee[iing and wringing their hands, 
 F^or those who will never come ba<k to the town; 
 For men must work, and women must weep. 
 And the sooner its over, the sooner to sleeji; 
 And gooil-by to the bar anil its moaning. 
 •Ji * 4» 
 HEARTS OF OAK 
 1 
 Come cheer up my lads, 'tis to glory we steer. 
 To add something new to this wonderful year. 
 To honor we call you, not press you like slaves. 
 For who are so free as the sons of the wa\es? 
 
 cnoRrs:— 
 
 Hearts of oak are our ships, jolly tars arc our nicii, 
 
 We always are ready. 
 
 Steady, boys, steady, 
 We'll light and we'll coniiuer again ami again. 
 
 We ue'er see our foes but we wish them to .stay 
 Thev never see us but they wish us away 
 If tiiey run why we follow, and run them ashore » 
 ..\nil if they won't fight us, we cannot do more. 
 
 (Chorus as Above) 
 3. 
 They swear they'll invade us, these terrible foes! 
 They frighten our women, our children, and beaus; 
 But' should their flat bottoms in darkness get o'er, 
 Still Britons they'll find to receive them on shore. 
 
 (Chorus as Above) 
 4 
 Britannia triumphant, her shijis sweep the sea. 
 Her standard is justice; her watchword, "Be free! 
 Then oheer up, niy lads! with one heart let us sing. 
 Our soldiers our sailors, our statesmen, and kin'g. 
 
 (Chorus as Above) 
 4, .J. 4. ' 
 
 RULE, BRITANNIA! 
 1 
 When Britain first at Heav 'u 's command, 
 
 Arose from out the azure main, 
 This was the charter, the charter of the land, 
 .\nd guardian angels sang this strain; 
 CHORUS:— 
 Rule, Britannia! Britannia, rule the waves: 
 Britons never, never, never shall be slaves. 
 2 
 The nations not so blessed as thee 
 
 Must in their turn to tyrants fall; 
 While thou shalt flourish, shall flourish great and free, 
 'I'he dread and envy of them all. 
 
 (Chorus as Above) 
 ■.i 
 Still more majestic shalt thou rise. 
 
 More ilreadful from each foreign stroke, 
 As the loud blast that tears the skies 
 Serves but to root thy native oak. 
 (Chorus a.s Above) 
 4 
 Thee haughty tyrants ne'er shall tame; 
 All their attempts to bend thee down 
 Will but arouse thy gen 'rous flame 
 To work their woe and thy renown. 
 (Chorus as Above") 
 + * * 
 TILL THE BOYS COME HOME 
 1 
 They were summoned from the hillside. 
 
 They were called in from the glen. 
 And the country found them ready 
 
 At the burning call for men. 
 Ijet no tears add to their hardshiji, 
 
 As the soldiers march along. 
 And although your heart is breaking 
 .M.ake it sing its cheery song. 
 
 CHORUS:— 
 Keep the home fires burning. 
 While your hearts are yearning. 
 Though your lads are far away they dream of home. 
 There's a silver lining. 
 Through the dark cloud shining, 
 • Turn the dark iloud inside out 'til the boys come 
 home. 
 
 o 
 
 Over seas there eame a pleading. 
 
 Of !i nation in distress, 
 -Vnd we gave our glorious laddies, 
 
 Honor bade us do no less. 
 For no gallant son of Britain, 
 
 To a foreign yoke shall bend. 
 And no Englishman is silent 
 
 To the sacred call of friend. 
 (Chorus as Above) 
 
 12 
 
TOMMY ATKINS. 
 1 
 Oh, we take liiiii from the city or tlio |>loii);li, 
 
 Aii<i we ilrill liim and we ilress liim up so neat; 
 We tearh him to ujiholil liis manly brow. 
 
 And how to walk, and where to put his fi-et. 
 It doesn't matter who he was before, 
 
 Or what his parents fancied for his name, 
 Once he's ])0<'keted the shilling and a uniform he's 
 tilling. 
 We i',ill him Tommy Atkins all the same. 
 CHORI'S:— 
 Oh! Tommy, Tommy Atkins, you're a "good 'un " 
 
 heart and hanil, 
 You're a I'redit to yonr calling and to all your natiM' 
 
 land, 
 .May yonr luck be never failing, may your love be 
 
 ever true, 
 God bless you. Tommy .\tkins, here's your coupitry's 
 love to you. 
 
 .) 
 
 In time of peace he hears the bugle's call. 
 
 In barracks from "Reval-ly" to "Lights nut," 
 And if "Sentry go" and pipe clay ever i>all. 
 There's always plenty more of work about. 
 On leave o' nights you meet him in the streets, 
 
 As happy as a sclioolbo.v anil as gay: 
 Then back he goes to duty, all for Kngland. home an. I 
 beauty, 
 .\nd the noble sum of thirteen pence a day! 
 (f'horus as Above) 
 .•? 
 In war time when it's Tommy to the front. 
 And we ship him off to Kgypt or Peking; 
 We sit at home while Tommy bears the brunt 
 
 A fighting for his country and his King. 
 .\nd whether he's in Belgium or in France, 
 
 Or jiouring out his blood in the Soudan, 
 To keep our flag a-flying he's a doing and a dying, 
 Ev'ry ini'h of him a soldier and a man! 
 (Chorus as Above) 
 4 
 So Tommy dear, we'll back you gainst the worl.l. 
 
 For fighting or for funning or for work. 
 Wherever Kritaiu's banner is unfurl "d. 
 
 To do your best and never, never shirk. 
 We keep the warmest corner in our hearts 
 
 For you, my lad. wherever you may be. 
 With Union .Jack above you! Oh I We're prouil of vou 
 and love you, 
 God keep you. Tommy, safe lp> land and .sea. 
 (f'horus as .Xbove) 
 
 * * * 
 
 IF ENGLAND WANTS A HAND 
 
 (Australian War Song, i 
 
 1 
 
 The name anil fame of old Fngland 
 
 Is threatened by foes today. 
 Our lilierty, our destiny. 
 
 Is in danger, so they say. 
 Comes a message o'er the ocean — 
 
 A message to our sunny land — 
 Kngland calls Australia 's soldiers. 
 We must answer her command. 
 
 CHORCS:— 
 If Kngland wants a hand, •ell here it is; 
 If Kngland wants a hand, well here it is; 
 They'll show the enemy they're as hard as nails — 
 The boys of Victoria and New South Wales. 
 South Australia and the West, my lads, 
 
 Queensland is pa-ssing over his. 
 So, by the dear old Motherland, 
 They will proudly take their stand. 
 
 If England wants a haml, well here it is. 
 
 The bugles are loudly calling, 
 
 The drums they are calling too, 
 So rally round tlie tlag, my lads. 
 
 Show the world we're Britons true. 
 Down with tyrants, now, forever. 
 
 Keep our dear old Hag unfurled, 
 Show our foes the British Empire 
 
 Is a big thing in this world. 
 
 Chorus as above. 
 
 * ♦ ♦ 
 
 THE SAILOR'S GRAVE 
 
 1 
 There is in the wide, lone sea 
 
 A spot unmarked, but holy. 
 For there the gallant mariner 
 
 Tn his ocean becl lies lowlv. 
 
 Down, down, within the deep, 
 Tlie dark blue billows bore him 
 
 He sleeps a calm and pleasant sleep 
 With the salt wave washing o'er him. 
 
 3 
 Sleep on, thou mighty dead, 
 
 A glorious tomb they found thee. 
 The broad blue sky above thee spread 
 
 The boundless waters round thee. 
 
 No eye shall drop a tear 
 
 No hand but fate shall move thee. 
 But gallant fleets shall proudly steer 
 
 Ou waters salt above thee. 
 Gallant fleets shall jproudly steer 
 
 On waters salt above thee. 
 
 .\nil when tlie last trump shall sound 
 
 And the tombs by thunder riven 
 Like tlie morning sun from the waves shall bound 
 
 .\iid rise and join in heaven. 
 Like the morning sun from the w;i\cs shall binind 
 
 .\uil rise and join in heaven. 
 
 ♦ ♦ ♦ 
 ARE WE DOWNHEARTED? 
 1. 
 .Mr. I'at Malone, upon the continong, 
 
 Was lighting with the Iri.sh Fusiliers, 
 One night in the cafe, rose to sing a song, 
 
 .\n<{ all the Tommies greeted him with cheers. 
 Said I'at, — I'll sing a song about 
 
 Our gallant fighting men, 
 Although we 've had a tussle with 
 The Germans now and then — 
 
 CHORUS:— 
 Are we Downhearted? NO! 
 Then let your voices ring 
 And altogether sing 
 .\re we Downhearted.' NO! 
 
 Not while Britannia rules the waves 
 NOT LIKELY! 
 While we have .lack U|ion the sea. 
 
 And Tommy on the land we need not fret. 
 It's a long, long way to Tipperary. 
 But we're not down hearted yet. 
 2 
 
 With a pretty girl Pat traveled out one night. 
 
 And arm in arm they strolled, you may depend, 
 Til a dozen pals, all sang out with delight, 
 
 Hello! Hello, there! Who's your lady friend? 
 Said Patrick, — I don't know her name. 
 
 But listen here old pal 
 If this is what they gave us with 
 The entente cordiale — 
 
 (Chorus as Above) 
 
 t7\ 
 
 — 4 
 
 18 
 
THE POWDER MONKEY 
 
 1 
 A viirn I'vo itot t(i spin as liow I've hcaicl my oh\ 
 
 flad tell. 
 Of a gallant little lioro who alioar.t tlii> Vict'ry fell; 
 Ho was liriniiiiin' full of i-ourajic, an<l was just tlu> 
 
 sort o' lail 
 T(i iTiako the sort o' sailor that imr Xavv's always 
 
 had. 
 As powder monkey, little Jim, was pet o' all the rrew. 
 With his tlaxen hair so curly, an' bis pretty eyes o" 
 
 blue; 
 And the bo 'sun always said as liow that what jjot 
 
 over him, 
 Was the chorus of a sailor's sony;, as sung by little Jim. 
 
 CHORUS:— 
 Soon we'll be in London town, sing my lads, yo ho! 
 .\nd see the king in a golden crown, sinj; my lads.yolio! 
 Heave ho! on we go, sing my lads, yb ho! 
 
 Who's afeaved to meet the foe, sing my l.-ids, yo hn! 
 2 
 111 ninetv eight we chased to foe right into "Houky 
 
 Bav," 
 An. I we fought away like niggers all the night till 
 
 break of day. 
 The foeman's flagship "Orient" was blow'.! away 
 
 skv high. 
 With the "Admiral and all his crew, an' sarve 'em 
 
 right, says I. 
 \ow little Jim was in the thick "' all the lire and 
 
 smoke. 
 And he seemed to think that lightin' har.l was nothin' 
 
 but a .ioke. 
 
 For he handed ni> the powder from the magazine lielow, 
 
 An' all the while a singin', like as if his pln.k to show. 
 
 (Chorus as Above) 
 
 3 
 
 Hilt little .lim was book'd, for as tin' light was just 
 
 on won, 
 A musket bullet piidied him off, afore his song was 
 
 done: 
 Thev took him to the cockpit, where asmiliii' he 
 
 did lie. 
 .Vnd the sailors — well, there warn't a man but some 
 
 how jdji'd his eye; 
 Says Jim— "My lads, don't fret for me. hut if the 
 
 shore you see, 
 Give a kiss to dear old mother, and sav it <ame from 
 
 me." 
 All' there never was a braver heart that serv 'il our 
 
 gracious King, 
 Than the little powder niiinUey who so gaily used to 
 
 sing— 
 
 (Chorus as Ahove^ 
 
 • . * ♦ ♦ 
 
 FOLLOW THE DRUM 
 
 1 
 
 The German dogs of w;ir are loose. 
 
 And all the world is armed. 
 Hut Mother Kngland 's ready. 
 
 And we must not be alarmed. 
 For )iroudly she can know that we 
 
 When challenges are hurled. 
 Will follow in our fathers' steps. 
 
 When Britain's Hag's unfurled, 
 
 Tn all parts of the world. 
 
 CHORUS:— 
 When war has got to lonie we follow the drnm 
 
 As we did in the days gone by. 
 When the sound of war is in the air 
 Every son of the Flmidre must be there. 
 
 Whoso wants to lower the flag, let them try. 
 
 To the Knipire we will sing. 
 For everv Mothers' son, will be ready to carry a gun 
 
 With the soldiers of our King. 
 
 Today we all stand back to hack. j;^ 
 
 Prepared to do or die. = 
 
 Kngland expects that every man • :;^ 
 
 To do his best must try. ^ 
 
 One for all and all for one = 
 
 Sinking all our fads. 3= 
 
 Xo longer are we Socialists, ^^ 
 
 Conservatives or Rads, = 
 
 Rut all true British lads. z^ 
 
 (Chorus as Abovel ^^ 
 
 ♦ * * = 
 
 THE VETERAN'S SONG = 
 
 .Inst wheel my chair to the window, ^ 
 
 And wide the casement fling, ^ 
 
 For 1 want to see the folk, lad. ^ 
 
 As they go to greet the king. ^r 
 
 (io fetch me the old Martini, ;^ 
 
 And stand me upon my feet, ^= 
 
 For the King, the King, is coming. = 
 
 Don't you iiear them in the street? ^ 
 
 For the King, the King, is coming, = 
 
 Don't you hear theui in the street? ^^ 
 
 •Long Live the King," don't you hear them cheering = 
 
 Don't you hear them shouting as the troops come by ^^z 
 
 ■ Long live the King," that's the song they sing, — — 
 
 ■C.od bless the King," is the Nations loving ery. ^ 
 
 We have no flowers at the window, ^s 
 
 For times is a bit severe, — 
 
 But I think he'll stop when he sees me — ^= 
 
 As I stand at "attention" here, ^s 
 
 .\nd though I've a wooden leg, dear — 
 
 And my eyes are old and dim. i:s 
 
 1 fought for his dear old father. -—■ 
 
 Anil I'd fight again for him. 
 
 I fought for his dear old father. ^s 
 
 And I'd fight again for him. ^— 
 
 "Long Live the King,'" don't you hear them cheering ^S 
 
 Don't you hear them shouting as the King comes by — 
 
 • Long live the King." that's the song they sing, 
 
 "Cud liless the King," is the Xations loving ery. ^= 
 
 ♦ ♦ * = 
 
 AUSTRALIA WILL BE THERE = 
 
 (.Vustralia 's War Song) ^Z 
 
 There are lots and lots of argument ^S 
 
 (!oing on today, ~~ 
 
 As to whether dear old England should ^S 
 
 He brought into the fray. ^s 
 
 Hut right-thinking people ^— 
 
 Know we had to fight, SS 
 
 For the Kaiser's funny business, ^s 
 
 It wants some jputting right. ^— 
 
 CHORUS:— = 
 
 Kally round the banner of your country, ^^ 
 
 Take the field with brothers o'er the foe. zzi 
 
 On lanil or sea, wherever yon be, ^^ 
 
 Keep your eye on Germany, SS 
 
 For Kngland, home and beauty, :^ 
 
 Have no cause to fear. ^= 
 
 Should old acquaintance be forgot? r= 
 
 No! No! Xo! No! No I = 
 
 .\ustralia will be there, Australia will be there. ^^ 
 
 2 = 
 
 With Kitchener in our army, ;^ 
 
 And French in our cavalry fine, ^^ 
 
 You'll bet those German bandsmen ^ 
 
 Are in for a lively time. ^ 
 
 Then there's Admiral Jelicoe. ^ 
 
 To guide our navy gr.and. ZZ 
 
 With this fine lot, they'll make it hot ^ 
 
 For the poor, old Fatherland. ^ 
 
 (Chorus as Above) ^ 
 
 nt 
 
 U 
 
A LIFE ON THE OCEAN WAVE 
 1 
 A litV on the oi'ean wavp, 
 
 A home ou the rolling ileop. 
 Where the scattered waters rave, 
 
 And the wimis their revels keei'l 
 Like an eagle eaged, I pine 
 
 On this (lull, unohanging shore; 
 Oh, give nie the flashing brine, 
 
 The spray an<l the tenijiest roar! 
 
 I'HORrS:— 
 
 A life on the ocean wave, 
 
 A home on the rolling deep! 
 Where the scattered waters rave; 
 
 And the winds their revels keepl 
 
 o 
 
 Once more on the deck I stanil 
 
 Of my own swift-gliding I'rafl. 
 Set sail! farewell to land. 
 
 The gale follows far a haft: 
 We shoot thro' the sparkling foam. 
 
 Like an ocean bird set free; 
 Like the ocean bird, our home 
 
 We'll fin<l far out on the sea! 
 (Chorus as Above ; 
 
 The land is no longer in view. 
 
 The elouils have begun to frown. 
 Hut with a .stout vessel and crew. 
 
 We'll say, let the storm come ilowii! 
 And the song of our heart shall be. 
 
 While the winds and the waters rave, 
 A life on the heaving sea, 
 
 A home on the liounding w:ivO' 
 
 (Chorus as Abn\e i 
 
 + + ♦ 
 
 BANKY 
 
 ■Hanky'' w.is no <-ricketer! at putting he was rank! 
 
 His weekly wage was thirty bob, for working in a 
 
 bank. 
 One day a bugle sounded, outsiile the offii'e door. 
 It was gallant soldiers marching at the country's call 
 
 to war. 
 Hanky '> heart went jdt a pat. his face turne^l palid 
 
 white. 
 Kor he'll read his morning Daily .Mail, calling British 
 
 ers to fight. 
 The enemy was knocking at the door, the paper said. 
 And the ilreadful news sent Hanky very nearly off his 
 
 head. 
 I'or .lays and days he laboreil at his desk, his brain .1 
 
 whirl. 
 Me felt he'd do some noble deed, for Kngland and hi^ 
 
 girl. 
 One morn his desk was empty, a letter on it laiil. 
 "Dear Sirs: I've been and listeil." its contents tlierc 
 displayed. 
 
 Tile scene :i Belgian village, witli shot and shell laiil 
 
 bare. 
 \ howling avalanche of lire, grim death stalked every 
 
 where. 
 A child of six or seven with laughing eyes of blue 
 Hail wan<lered from, ah, heaven knows, amidst that 
 
 hellish brew. 
 A form arises from the ground and worms its stealthy 
 
 way 
 Across thnt strip of death swept earth, to where the 
 
 kidilie lay, 
 A rush, a scream, the danger's o'er, the trench is 
 
 reached at last, 
 .\ laughing ehihl, — a shattered form, — his die for right 
 
 is cast. 
 There is no greater, nobler deed, that hero ever did. 
 That beats the one when Banky left the trench and 
 
 saved the kid. 
 
 THE LITTLE HERO. 
 
 Krom Liverpool, 'cross the Atlantic, 
 
 The gooil shi]) floating o'er the deep: 
 The skies bright with sunshine above us, 
 
 The waters beneath us asleep. 
 Xot a bail temjiered mariner 'mongst us. 
 
 A jollier crew never sail'd. 
 'Cept the first mate, a bit of a .savage. 
 
 Hut good seaman as ever was hail'd. 
 
 One diiy he comes u|) from below deik, 
 
 Agraspin ' a lad l>y the arm, 
 A poor little ragged young urchin 
 
 As ought to bin home with his marm; 
 .•\n' the mate asks the boy pretty roughly 
 
 ITow he dared for to be stow'd away, 
 -Vcheatin' the owners anil captain, 
 
 Sailin', eiitiu'. and all without |>ay. 
 
 The lad had a face bright and sunny 
 
 An ' a ]>air of blue eyes like a girl 's, 
 .\n' looks up at the scowling first mate, boys. 
 
 An' shakes back his long, shining curls: 
 An', says he, in a voice clear and pretty, 
 
 "My stepfather brought me aboard. 
 And hid me away down the stairs there. 
 
 Vor to keep me he could not afford. 
 
 "An' he told me the big ship would t:ike nii' 
 
 To Halifax Town, oh, so far; 
 .\n' he .said. 'Now the Lord's your Father, 
 
 Who lives where the gooil angels are.' " 
 "It's a lie," says the mate, "not your^ father. 
 
 But some o' those big skulkers here. 
 Some milk hearted, sot'theaded sailor: 
 
 Speak up. tell the truth; d'ye hear.'" 
 
 Then that pair n' Idue eyes, bright and wiiimmi 
 
 Clear and shining with innocent youth. 
 Looks up at the mate's bushy eyebrows. 
 
 .\n'. says he, "Sir, I've told you the truth." 
 Then the mate pulled the watch from his |iocket. 
 
 .lust as if he'll bin ilrawing his knife, 
 "If in ten minutes more you don't tell, lad. 
 
 There's the ro|ie, and good-bye to dear life. ' 
 
 Light minutes went by all in silence. 
 
 Says till' mate then, " Spe;ik lad — say your say" 
 His eyes slowly filling with tear drops. 
 
 Jle falteringly says. "May T pray.'" 
 .\ ' the little chaji kneels on "the deck there. 
 
 An' his bauds he clasps o'er his breast. 
 .\s he must ha ' done often at home, lads, 
 
 At night time, when going to rest. 
 
 .\nd soft came the lirst words. "Our Father," 
 
 Low and clear from the dear baby's lips. 
 But low as they were, heard like trumpet 
 
 By each true man aboard o' that ship. 
 Lvery bit o' that jirayer then In' goes through, 
 
 To "For ever and ever, amen"; 
 .\n ' for all the bright gold of the Indies, 
 
 1 woiiMn't ha' heard him again. 
 
 Ofl' his feet was the lad sudderf lifted. 
 
 And clasped to the mate's rugged breast. 
 .\n' his husky voice muttered "Ood bless you,'' 
 
 As his lips to his forehead he pressed. 
 "You believe me now, then," said the youngster, 
 
 "Believe you": he kissed him once more. 
 "You'd have laid down your life for the truth, lad. 
 
 I believe yon from now evermore." 
 
 * * * 
 
 Grouse shot ou the king of England 's preserves, 
 during the war, will go almost exclusively to wounded 
 soldiers. 
 
 rri 
 
 15 
 
MISCELLANEOUS SELECTIONS 
 
 BEN TILLETT'S THRILLING 
 "MESSAGE FROM THE TRENCHES " 
 PART I 
 My Dear Kellow Countrvmcn ami Women: 
 
 1 bring a message to you from the treuches, from 
 the brave fellows who have conducted this war. who 
 have given their bodies, given their brains, and giv- 
 en their lives in the defence of our glorious old 
 Motherland. They asked me in the name of all that is 
 honourable, and all that is just, ami all that is fair in 
 warfare, that you give them every possible means — 
 every possible force, every quantity of ammunition, all 
 the weai)0us and all the means by which they may con- 
 duct this war against a powder so strong — the power of 
 the greatest military nation the worM has ever known, 
 who, for the last 44 years have concentrated the whole 
 of their genius on the production of military lethal 
 weapons for the destruction of life, and the giving to 
 Germany of the ilominance over civilization generally, 
 and Europe in particular. These men have fought your 
 battles right through the Winter with frostbitten feet, 
 in mud and slush, and under the extreme rigors of the 
 winter. They are now asking you to give them more 
 artillery, more ammunition, more sui)port in every way 
 jiossible and more men, that they may l)e able to con- 
 duct this war on equal terms with the Germans, against 
 whom man for man we honorably claim our national 
 ity is superior. 
 
 We ask you in the name of Liberty — we ask you 
 in the name of Freedom, that every man and every 
 women should concentrate and devote the whole of 
 their energies upon the production of such means as 
 will enable our forces to fight successfully against the 
 terrible foe — who is ruthless — who is brutal with loot 
 and lust and ravage, destroying the fair land of France 
 as they have destroyed Belgium. 
 
 We ask you in j-our own behalf, that you shall 
 fight the battle, whether you are at home, whether you 
 are in the workshoj> or whether you are in the Trench 
 or whether you are in battle line. The fight is for all of 
 lis. The fight is for our country, and our country's 
 destiny will be determined by the quality of our brav 
 cry, our intelligence and our honour. 
 
 PART 11 
 My Dear Fellow ('ountrymen and Women: 
 
 I bring a message from the Battle Front to yon 
 — and a demand from the men who are fighting your 
 fight — from the peo]>le who have suffered. 1 myself, 
 have witnessed sjiectacles of such horror, and of such 
 atrocity, and of such brutality, that words fail me to de- 
 scribe what it has all meant. I have seen Village after 
 Village and Town after Town ruined; I have seen beaut- 
 iful old works of old-world architecture destroyed; I 
 have seen even worse that that! I have seen the homes 
 of the people destroyed — T have seen little children's 
 bodies that have been dismembered — I have heard stories 
 that are revolting in their character — I have hail stories 
 told me by women of such atrocities that the women 
 kind — wherever the German Huns have visited have al- 
 most reason to curse God that they were made women. 
 I ask you to remember the relatively small devastation 
 wrought by the Zeppelins coming to London, and carry 
 your mind further and understand what it means to 
 have a whole countryside laid waste, towns laid waste, 
 men and women driven from their homes and the whole 
 of the industries of the country either ]>aralysed or so 
 diverted as not to yield benefit to civilization as is 
 their wont. I ask you in the name of these men and 
 women and children who have suffered — in the name of 
 the men in the trenches, to give them all your possible 
 aid in providing them with every possible means of 
 
 conducting this terrible war, and by giving to their 
 women and children every possible support they de- 
 mand from you, and to honour the men who are hon 
 ouring the traditions of your liberty, of your common 
 destiny — to honour them by giving them your whole- 
 hearted support and recognizing the value of their 
 work. Thousands of men have lost their lives for 
 want of ordinary ammunition. They have had to 
 make up for the lack of ammunition, with their cour- 
 age, with the use of the bayonet, and to their hon- 
 our be it said whatever may be in the annals of past 
 military combat and campaign, in this campaign all 
 the glorious attrilnites of courage aud spiritual bravery 
 have been shown, and I am here to-day in the name of 
 these men to ask you to defend them by giving them 
 all your possible support. 
 
 * * ♦ 
 
 ARRIVAL OF THE BRITISH TROOPS IN FRANCE 
 
 l'.\l\T 1 — Coiuiiig into the Ihiilior 
 
 Whistles blow as the troop-ship enters the harbor, 
 .iiid the soldiers relieve their feelings after the voyage 
 ;iiross the channel by singing, "Old Lang Syne," 
 "Tipperary" and "Three Cheers for the Red, White 
 anil Blue," shouting " Vivre Francaise, " and express- 
 ing other evidences of their joy at getting a chance to 
 get into the fighting. 
 
 "Are We down 'earted?" "No." "Shall we win!" 
 "Yes, of course, we shall win." Whistle blows. 
 
 "Here! Shut up you chaps. Here's the colonel go 
 ing to speak. ' ' 
 
 ' ' My lads, before we set foot in the land of France 
 1 want to say that we are now going to show the world 
 what we are made of. We may have a tough fight 
 (cheers) but you know as well as I do that we shall 
 lonie out on top (cheers). We will fight fair, shoot 
 straight, and never look behind. My lads, the most 
 painful wound for anyone of you is a bullet in the 
 back { Ah-ah-alih). Lord Kitchener has told you what 
 he exjiects of you. You are British soldiers, and may 
 be trusted like British soldiers. Now-, good luck to you 
 and remember my word. — Do your best." 
 
 "Three cheers for the Colonel,'' "Good old Colonel." 
 
 Chorus: "For He's a jollv good fellow." 
 
 Bugle Blows "Fall in." ' 
 
 PART II— Landing of the Trooiis 
 
 Bell rings and officer shouts: "Stand by there. 
 Steady, 8tead.y, All clear?" "Aye, Ave Sir." "Lower 
 the G'angway"" "Make fast." 
 
 Chorus: "Here we are, here we are again." 
 
 "Silence! Front! On board! Eyes right! quick 
 march!" — The band plays "The British Grenadiers" 
 and the Grenadiers march off the vessel while a soldier 
 yells, "Now me lads, look at the crowds. Harry do 
 you think they know that these are the Grenadiers?" 
 
 "No! But if they don't the Germans will soon find 
 it out. ' ' 
 
 "Vivre Francaise, Vivre Francaise." 
 
 "Look! That French girl gave me this bunch of 
 llowers. Thank ye mamselle. ' ' 
 
 Derisive laughter, "Hark at his old Irish French." 
 
 "Halt." 
 
 "Here comes the Bagpipes" and the Gordon High- 
 landers leave the vessel. 
 
 "Good old Gordon Highlanders." "It won't take us 
 long to get to Berlin now boys." "Now what about it 
 Harry f" "I'm ready for anything me boys. I'll bet 
 you I hit the target first pop. " " That 'a it. There 
 goes a Knut, Five shots a penny. Two packages of 
 Woodbines if vou hit Uncle Bill." 
 
 Halt! 
 
 16 
 
" Hero 's the Irish boys." 
 
 Irish regiment marches off the vessel. 
 
 " Arroo, ye ilevils, Arroo for old Irolanii. ' ' 
 
 Cheers for the Irish. 
 
 "Look at oM Harry, getting exciteil." " Vcs I want 
 to get at them Uhlans, or Hooligans, or whatever they 
 i-nll "cm. I'll give em "death or glory." 
 
 "Look at the Gonlons going aboard tlie train. Wliv 
 they've got the same kind of trains as we've got.'' 
 
 "Any more for Berlin." 
 
 lioii Save the King. 
 
 "Hooray! Ilnnray! Hooray!'' 
 
 * * * 
 
 ■WITH THE FLEET IN ACTION 
 
 Scene: On ;i Riitisli \V;»rslii|.. off Hi-ligidand, as day 
 is hrenking on a foggy morning. 
 
 Hollo! There goes eight bells. There ain't nothing 
 doing tonight then. 
 
 Don't be too sure. There's a nasty little fog hang 
 iilg about. Its as mueh as I can do to see nnr flagslii|i. 
 
 Why they wouldn't i-oine out in a fog. 
 
 1 don't know. If they won't come out in broail ilay 
 light this is the sort o' night they might liave a shot 
 at us. 
 
 Not them. They're afraiil. 
 
 Well, I'll bet you we have a go at them ourselves. 
 
 Well! I wish we could get on with it. 
 
 Hon't you be in such hurry. If I'ncle Bill's ships 
 Hon "t come out, we're going in to fetch 'em. 
 
 Hello! I believe you "re right. 
 
 All hands to fJeneral Quarters. 
 
 All hands to General Quarters. 
 
 (lUnner. Lay for three thniisand \:ir.l- A r.> v.ui 
 ready? 
 
 Three thousand it is, sir. 
 
 Then loa.i. 
 
 Ready, sir. 
 
 Right gnn, ready. 8tan.| by there, KIKK. 
 
 Hello, that s started it. There go the others. 
 
 Hello! .lack, you've pinked "em. That the first 
 Moody ship we've busted. Keep it up! Keep it up! 
 
 There's one of the ilestroyers keeling over. Bv 
 George she's SINKING. LOOK! she's signalling dis 
 tress! Hello, tliiTc'.-i another. A iiuiser! LOOK, 
 ."^he's caui;ht fire and going down. 
 
 I say. Bill! Haven't they hit any of our shijis.' 
 
 Xo. Their shells are falling short. They haven't 
 hit us at all yet. 
 
 Hello! How's that f Another hitf You got a funnel 
 that time. Jack. Let 'er rip. 
 
 Got 'er again Jack. She can't last much longer. 
 
 Cease Firing there. Stand by. 
 
 Hello! She's going down. There 're piping a Ixint s 
 irew away to pick up the men. She's done for. 
 
 Stand by to lower that boat. Are you ready, there? 
 Remember my men. Save every life you can. They 
 are our enemies but every man .lack of them is some 
 mother's son. Lower away there. 
 
 Aye! Aye! Sir. That's a gooil start. We've sunk 
 three of their boats and haven't lost one of ours. 
 
 First blood to us. Jack. 
 
 Rocked in the cradle of the deep. 
 
 We've caught the German fleet asleep. 
 
 Come on boys! Hip! Hi)i! Hooray! Give 'em a cheer 
 and let's go down to breakfast. 
 
 + + * 
 
 THE UNION JACK 
 
 The I'uion .lack, or national ensign of the I'nit 
 ed Kingdom of Great Britain and Ireland is formed by 
 the union of the i-ross of St. George (red on a white 
 ground), the diagonal cross or saltier of St. Andrew 
 fwhite on a blue ground), and the diagonal cross or 
 saltier of St. Patrick (red on .a white ground). St 
 George, St. Andrew and St. Patrick being the patron 
 saints of Engtanil, Scotlaml and Ireland, respeiti vely. 
 
 CHRISTMAS IN CAMP WITH KITCHENER'S BOYS 
 
 PART I— Before the CInistnias Dinner 
 
 Well boys! Once more its Christmas day. 
 
 Aye! Who would have thought last year that things 
 would a been like this? But still 1 suppose we'll just 
 have to make the best of it as usual. 
 
 S.ay Curley, tell us a funny story, will you? 
 
 Right you are mates. Have you heard that story 
 about the wooden whistle? 
 
 The wooden whistle? 
 
 The wooden whistle. 
 
 No, what about it? 
 
 Why, it wouldn 't whistle. 
 
 Here, I '\ e got another one here. 
 
 What's that? 
 
 Kver heard the little story :il."iif tli.> man who swal 
 loweil the spoon ! 
 
 Xo, what about him? 
 
 Don't vou know what's the matter with him. 
 
 No. 
 
 Why he can't stir. 
 
 Hev cliuik it! chuck it! Curlev. Sing us a song. 
 
 Righto. 
 
 Seated around the cainpfire on a Christmas day 
 A band of British soldiers, in a land so far uway 
 Are longing for their loved ones in the dear home 
 
 land. 
 To wish them Merry Chri.stmas and take them by 
 
 the hand. 
 
 CHORUS:— 
 .\s the camp fire burns every soldier yearns 
 
 For the dear ones f.-ir away 
 God bless mother, father, sister, brother. 
 
 At home ou Christmas day. 
 
 Hey, 1 say cookie, is it no time for the rookie yet? 
 I 've got an awfu ' pain in my sporrin. 
 
 It won't be long JIatie, and I'll give you my word 
 its worth waiting for. Roast turkey and plum duff. 
 
 Ough. 
 
 Lord love us what a mixture. Do we eat 'em both 
 together? 
 
 N'o you fool, separate of course. 
 
 Here not so much of }'0ur fool old Dublin, or I shall 
 give you a smack in the oven. 
 
 Here come over Curley. If you get killin' the cook 
 we no ha' no Christmas dinner. 
 
 All right then. I'll spare his life till we've stuffed 
 the turkey. But I say can't somebody do something. 
 
 I 'II tell you what, Curley, you dance us a cellar flap. 
 
 Right oil. That's the gri(liVon. Anything for a quiet 
 life as the man said when he pushed his mother-in-law 
 overboard. 
 
 A' right then, let 'er go. 
 
 Dance. 
 
 Mind, I sav Curlev 's a rare dancer, Eh! Ave, not 
 half. 
 
 I say, Sandy, what do you to having a bit of dinner 
 now, Ehf 
 
 Oh guy! A' right then. 
 
 Come along then, we'll go and have some. 
 
 Hooray. 
 
 P.\RT II — Letters from Home 
 Bugle call for dinner. 
 
 Oh ave. Oh ave. Make wav for the turkey and plum 
 duff. " 
 
 Lord love a duck! pipe the turkey! There's rich! 
 
 I bet he was one of the survivors of Noah's ark. 
 
 Sav, who's going to carve? 
 
 Oh! I think you'd better let Bill Adams. He's the 
 strongest man in the regiment. Besides he's been a 
 builder. 
 
 A builder? Why! what's a builder got to do wi ' it? 
 
 Why! They'll have to pull the scaffolding down. 
 
 My conscience! I say, cookie. 
 
 Hello, what's the matter now? 
 
 17 
 
piiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii 
 
 1= Why! This phiin .luff. Whpii-'s thi' phinis.' 
 
 t^= Why! insiilc it of course. 
 
 ir= Oh! I soo! Tiyinii; to hide tlicmselves. I suiijiose. 
 
 ^ Strike me, cooUie, you 've been on tlie loii^; ilistaiue 
 range, firing' the pluitis at tliis .lull'. .Xy.-. an' niissin" 
 it. 
 
 Bugle soun.ls. 
 
 I sav bovs. Letters, letters from the .lear ones at 
 home. See! Thev liaven't forgotten us on Christmas 
 ■ lav. 
 
 I sav Harry, ol.l boy! 1 see you've lia.l a letter. Oh. 
 :i photograph too. Slv .log. 
 
 Ves. I've hail a loving letter ami a photograph, too 
 .Iail<. All the way from dear ol.l Kiiglaml. 
 
 Aye, but who sent theui. your lassie. Aye, your 
 sweetheart. I '11 be boun.l. 
 
 Ves San.ly .you're right. Krom my sweetheart. The 
 .l.-arest, foiiilest, truest sweetheart a boy ever ha. I. — 
 iiiv mother. Go.l bless her. 
 
 Tm into that Harry. 1 agree with you. 
 
 We .t!1 agree, .lon't we bnys? 
 
 Ves. Ves. 
 
 .\ boy 's best frien.l is his mother. 
 
 liight you are ,Iaek. 
 
 Yes. .\.lore your mither, a. lore \-our mither. Oo.l 
 bless them a". 
 
 Oo.l bless them all. 
 
 Dear mothers of lOnglan.l, your sol.lier sons sen.l 
 their fon.l love to y<ni, an.l in this chorus we all iinite 
 an. I sing. 
 
 As the camp fire burns every sol.lier yearns 
 
 For the .lear ones far away. 
 Go.l bless mother, father, sister, broth.-r. 
 
 .\t home on Christmas .lay. 
 
 Hip! Hip! Hoomy! 
 Hip! Hip! Hooray! 
 Hip! Hi].! Hooray! 
 
 •> '> * 
 
 "NOBBY " CLARK, V. C. 
 
 Scene — Somewh.'ie in Franc.'. .\ terrifi.- bombar.l 
 nuMit of the British tren.hes. 
 
 After the bombar.lment is over an officer says: — 
 
 ■ ' Anvone hurt .' ' ' 
 
 "Xo| Sir, all safe." 
 
 Nohbv Clark lets out an awful squeal. 
 
 "Hello whats thatf Nobby.' Di.l they hit you?" 
 
 "Xo. They've ma.le me .Irop tuv last Woo.lbine in 
 the muil. 
 
 Laughter from the sobliers. 
 
 "Xever min.l, Xobby. Here's onp. An.l .lon't you 
 .Irop it again vou ol.l butter-fingers." 
 
 "Love nu>! 'l wish they'. I get. busy. I've only ha.l 
 one poj. at 'em to.lay. " 
 
 "Oh! Hark at ol.l Nobby.' Thinks lii''s a shooting 
 rabbits, 
 
 Derisive laughter. 
 
 "Look out! men! Look out my lads! they've found 
 our range. Duck your heads. Here comes a shell! 
 Look! Here it comes! Get under rover!" 
 
 Shell .Irojis wi.le of the tren.-hes. 
 
 • ' Hoorav! 
 
 "Lor.H" How I .luekeil! " 
 
 "Aye so .li.l I. They're going to mi.\ their motor- 
 buss oil with their blooming ai'i.l stuff they clean l)ra.s9 
 
 with. " 
 
 "Yes, that's pi.'ric aeiil, Xobby, that is. 
 
 " I'icnic, eh! Well T like to see ol.l Kaiser Bill bav- 
 in.' a little picnic at the en.l of one of his blooming 
 snrelly shells. The shells they smells like sea shells on 
 shore." 
 
 "That's a fact, th.it is. Now my boys, here comes 
 another sheU! Duck your heads there! Here it 
 comes!" , , , 
 
 Shell .Irops just outsi.le the trench and does not ex- 
 plode. / : 
 
 siil.liers an.l the — i 
 
 R D - 7 5. 
 
 iliiiiiiiiilliiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiliiiiliiiiiiiiiiiiii 
 
 "Stea.lv n()i\. " as: 
 
 ■Oh! Love a .luck! She ain't gone off! Now we ^ 
 
 shall be blown to blazes!" SZ 
 
 "Here! Whats that, Xobby!" = 
 
 "Nothing! I'm off to .shift that shell ..ut of our = 
 
 wav. I iloii't like the smell of it." = 
 
 '■'Hero come back Xobby! You fool." ^ 
 
 The sergeant rushes up: — ^^ 
 
 "Heri'! What .toes this mean? Who gave I'riv.-ite ^ 
 
 Clark jiermission to leave the trenches.'" ;^ 
 
 "Nobo.lv, sir. He sai.l he .li.ln't like the smell of = 
 
 tli;it there "shell what they plante.l without exi>lo.ling." ^ 
 
 "Look sir! There he goes! Goo. 1 ol.l Nobby! Go it! — - 
 
 "Why! Look, sir! There 's something moving over = 
 
 there! 'Look! The otlier si.le! It's a German after ;^ 
 
 old Xobbv. Ah! Woul.l vou, yim blighter.' Take = 
 
 that!" = 
 
 . " Got him. " = 
 
 "Goo.l shot my lad! That German's .lone for." ^ 
 
 "Serves him blooming well right. We'll atteml to ^ 
 
 th.'Ui ourselves. Look! Look!. Xobby 's got it in his j;^ 
 
 arms. Hooray Look how he runs? Look, Look, Goo.l ^ 
 
 b.)v! There lie goes! He's ihucke.l it in the river." ss 
 
 "Hoorav! Hooray!'' Z^ 
 
 When Nobby gets ba.k to tin- tren.li th.' Sergeant = 
 
 says: — a!Z 
 
 "Private Clark I want to speak to vou.'' ^^ 
 
 "Yes Sir." ... = 
 
 "You left th.' ti.'o.-hi's with.iut permission." ^S 
 
 "Ves, Sir." • = 
 
 ■ ' Consi.ler vouself i.'priiiiaii.l.'.l. ' ' ;^ 
 
 "Yes Sir."' 
 
 Murmurs of .iisa]ij.roval from tl 
 
 (•(donel approaches and says:- — — — 
 
 "Silence! Private Clark. Your .■on.luci is magnifi ss 
 
 cent. You have saxe.l your comra.les by your brave ;^ 
 
 act. 1 vvill see that it is brought to the General's no- = 
 
 ti.'e an.l your name will be recommen.le.l for the Vie ^^^ 
 
 toria Cross. " 
 
 Shouts of approval from the Tomuiies. S3 
 
 "Goo.l ol.l X'^obby!" ^z; 
 
 ''Give him a rouser, boys.'' ^^ 
 
 "Hooray! Hooray! Hooray!" Z^ 
 
 ■'Th.-inks. boys, thanks. But you '.1 a .lone the same." — 
 
 "Her.-! Chu.k it! Xobby! Vou imposter! — Err — ^^ 
 
 M ister — Nobby — ( 'lark — He.'quire — V. — ( '. ' ' ^r 
 
 •"Hoorav! Hoorav! Hooray!" s: 
 
 THE BUGLER'S DREAM 
 
 Intro.lu.ing, ".Tust Before the Battle Mother," Bugle 
 Calls: Assembly, I'rei.are for Cavalry, Fire, Cease 
 Fire, "Home Sweet Home." 
 
 The bugler boy lies .lown to sleep — an.l to .Ireani. 
 He .Ireams of home an.l of his mother an.l then 
 comes a vision of the battle that is to be fought on 
 the morrow with its terrifying s.uui.ls. .Vs thi:! 
 pjisses away he is soothe. 1 once mor.> with a n'lneni 
 iiran.-e of "Home, Sw.'ot Home." 
 
 ^ •:• 4> 
 
 BUGLE CALLS OF THE BRITISH ARMY 
 PART 1 
 Keveille — Assembly — Dress for Para.le — Quarter Bu- 
 gle — Xo Parade — Or.lers — Fatigue — Band — Guard — Pay 
 Sergeant — Jlen 's Dinner Call — Secoml Call — W.ar Calls 
 — (Alarm and Charge.) 
 
 PART II 
 Salute for Guard — General Salute — Officers Mess — 
 Fire Alarm — Sunset — Defaulters— IMe.liial Staff— Offi- 
 ,ers Call— First Post— Lights Out. 
 
 4> ♦ * 
 
 Water polo is all the rage among British soldiers sta- 
 tione.l near lakes and rivers in northern France. 
 
 18 
 

 
 .My ( 'omit vy. 'tis of 1 lici-, 
 Swci't land of litu rtv. 
 
 Of tlioi- 1 sing ; 
 Land wlicrc my I'atlitTs dii'd. 
 Land of the i)ilgi'inrs ]iridc, 
 Froni I'v'ry iiionntain sidi- 
 
 Lt't freedom riiiyr. 
 
 AMERICA. 
 
 .\ii- ■•(111. I S:i\.' till' Kill),'.''! 
 
 Let imisje swell tile liree/.e. 
 .\iid I'infr fi'om all the t i-its. 
 
 Sweet freedom's soii<;: 
 liCf mortal toiisj-iies awake. 
 Let all that hieallie partake, 
 Let rocks their silence Ineak; 
 
 The sound |iriiloiie ! 
 
 .\1\ native country thee — 
 Land of the noltle fice, 
 
 Tli\' name I love ; 
 1 love tli\ rocks and rills, 
 '\'Uy woods and templcil hills, 
 .\ly licarl with rapture tin ills 
 
 Like that ahovc. 
 
 ( )iir fathers' ( ioil to ihc'c, 
 .\iitlior of lihcrty. 
 
 To thee Wf siiij; ; 
 Long ma.v onr land he lirighi 
 With freedom's holy light. 
 Protect lis l).\ thy might, 
 
 ( Jreat (iod, onr King ! 
 
 
 
 

 
 K' 
 
 ''^ ^ y 
 
 «7 •>>. ^ 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 V 
 
 
 
 .%. 
 
 
 
 >, 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 o 
 
 
 /• 
 
 A<^'-, 
 
 rf 
 
 
 
 -* .^' 
 
 - ** 
 
 
 r-. 
 
 
 
 ■n^. 
 
 ,,^ 
 
 r. <*■ 
 
 
 •■°"o^' 
 
 
 ...V 
 
 
 
 
 
 v: 
 
■^■"i-' 
 
 '-'U 
 
 -^o. 
 
 
 
 
 ■\sC.- 
 
 
 0' 
 
 Doiis laos. 
 
 DEC 78 
 
 ST. AUGUSTINE 
 FLA.