Cicely Fox Smith Poems

Too good for the knacker, too poor for the lurry!
Let him go to the army that buys in a hurry!
Too good for the kennels, too poor for another,
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All on a windy morn in lusty March,
Rode Godwin hawking thro' his father's woods
And singing as he rode: stalwart was he,
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The rally round the mother-land
Is spreading far and near,
For to every loyal Englishman
That mother-land is dear.
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Bat and ball are there, lad,
And you not there to play . . .
'There's a nobler game playing
For English lads today.'
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Oh, some will save their Navy pay and take their ease ashore
And some will sit at an office desk and go to sea no more,
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'The sword of the Lord, and of Gideon.'

Through the years - from the far day of Flodden,
From the gardens of Minden, the trodden
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A pub there is of far renown,
A pub that seamen know
In every street of Sailortown
Or sea where they in ships go down
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'When did your ship dock, Jim Dale,
That you come so late this night?
Long since I heard the clocks strike three,
And it will soon be light.'
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I rode into Pincher River on an August afternoon -
The pinto's hoofs on the prairie drumming a drowsy tune -
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In lands that are now forgotten,
In the old wild days of yore,
The Four Strong Men made compact
That they should fight no more.
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