'Father, I gave my gold and gear,
Cattle and goods full tale,
To save my soul from utter dark:
May this at all avail?'
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I 'ave a conversation book, I brought it out from 'ome;
It tells the French for knife and fork, an' likewise brush an' comb;
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There was grief in the land, -
Fear and ill-omen:
The foe was at hand
With his spears and his bowmen.
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What says the Lizard,
Swinging high his shining spear? . . .
'Pass along, my lady,
I've known, ye many a year!'
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When the old Cutty Sark goes to sea again,
Crowding on her flying kites once more,
With the Duster at the peak flying free again,
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Long after the shadow of war is fled
And the last battle is fought
Men will remember the Little Ships
And the great things they wrought.
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'A woman's work is never done,
Or so I've heard,' said Dan;
'But if that's true of anyone,
That one's a sailorman.'
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Where rest the dead for England? . . .
In fields of France afar,
And shell-torn plains of Flanders,
Once loud with England's war.
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It was before the hour of dawn,
Ere the birds 'gan to sing,
There came to Galahad's chamber
The herald of the King.
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The regimental jackdaw 'as a bright an' beady eye;
'E sits upon the tent-pole an' 'e winks both bold an' sly:
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