Geoffrey Anketell Studdert Kennedy
Geoffrey Anketell Studdert Kennedy Poems
- Well? Our Padre were a solemn bloke, We called 'im dismal ...
- War There's a soul in the Eternal, Standing stiff before the...
- Woodbine Willie They gave me this name like their ...
- To Stretcher Bearers Easy does it — bit o' trench 'ere, Mind...
- What's The Good? Well, I've done my bit o' scrappin', And ...
- I Know Not Where They Have Lai... I wouldn't mind if I only...
- The Sniper There's a Jerry over there, Sarge ! Can't you see...
Geoffrey Anketell Studdert Kennedy, MC (June 27, 1883 - March 8, 1929), was an Anglican priest and poet. He was nicknamed 'Woodbine Willie' during World War I for giving Woodbine cigarettes along with spiritual aid to injured and dying soldiers.
Born in Leeds in 1883, Kennedy was the seventh of nine children born to Jeanette Anketell and William Studdert Kennedy, a vicar in Leeds. He ... more »
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Our Padre were a solemn bloke,
We called 'im dismal Jim.
It fairly gave ye t' bloomin' creeps,
To sit and 'ark at 'im,
When he were on wi' Judgment Day,
Abaht that great white Throne,
And 'ow each chap would 'ave to stand,
And answer on 'is own.
And if 'e tried to charnce 'is arm,
And 'ide a single sin,
There'd be the angel Gabriel,
Wi' books to do 'im in.
'E 'ad it all writ dahn, 'e said,
And nothin' could be 'id,
'E 'ad it all i' black and white,
And 'E would take no kid.
And every single idle word,
A soldier charnced to say,
'E'd 'ave it...