Cicely Fox Smith Poems

There's a town I know in Flanders, an' there ain't much else to say,
But it's pretty much like most towns when the war 'as passed their way;
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Ham, Shem, and Japhet went a-sailing in the
Ark
,
With all the kinds of animals that grunt and squeak and bark,
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Thorny the ways that lead to Duty's shrine,
Thro' grim ravines, o'er iron crags they pass,
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So I at last attain
All I have longed to gain;
The fairy fleeting shade,
The bliss so long delayed, -
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O far o'er the ocean and far from old Ireland
Stubborn the work that is doing today:
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Fiddler John he used to dwell
A long while since, so I've heard tell,
In an old thatched house with a leaning wall
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Fife, fife and drum, and the feet along the highway,
Crying: 'Follow, O my masters, to the field of death and fame:
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'You never see a decent figure'ead -
Not now,' Bill said,
'A fiddlin' bit o' scroll-work at the bow
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Where have you been, Gilly, where have you been?
Shooting at a mark with the lads Upon the green?
Or out on the moor where the yeomen do rally?
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Out of the sword's swift lightning,
And the cannon's withering breath,
And the legions stern and eager,
And the headlong ride to death,
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