But it’s hot–too hot–of Suez
For the likes of you and me
Ever to go in a P. & O.
To call on the Cake Parsee.
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Jane went to Paradise:
Good Sir Walter followed her,And armed her up the stair.Henry and Tobias,And Miguel of Spain,Stood with Shakespeare at the topTo welcome Jane–Then the Three ArchangelsOffered out of handAnything in Heaven’s giftThat she might command.Azrael’s eyes upon her,Raphael’s wings above,Michael’s sword against her heart,Jane said: ‘Love.’Instantly the under-Standing SeraphimLaid their fingers on their lipsAnd went to…
Parliaments of Henry III., 1265
Priests and People and Lords and Crown.I sits on all of ’em fair and square,And that is reason it don’t break down.I won’t trust one leg, nor two, nor three,To carry my weight when I sets me down.I wants all four of ’em under me–Priests and People and Lords and Crown.I sits on all four…
‘Soldier, soldier come from the wars,
‘We’re fresh from off the ship an’ ‘e’s maybe give the slip,An’ you’d best go look for a new love.’New love! True love!Best go look for a new love,The dead they cannot rise, an’ you’d better dry your eyes,An’ you’d best go look for a new love.‘Soldier, soldier come from the wars,What did you see…
Behold there is a woman that hath a familiar spirit at En-dor. — I Samuel, xxviii. 7
For Mother or yearning Wife.There, it is sure, we shall meet our DeadAs they were even in life.Earth has not dreamed of the blessing in storeFor desolate hearts on the road to En-dor.Whispers shall comfort us out of the dark–Hands–ah God!–that we knew!Visions .and voices –look and hark!–Shall prove that the tale is true,An that…
(Foot-Service to the Hills)
O Lords of the Jungle, wherever you roam.The woods are astir at the close of the day —We exiles are waiting for letters from Home.Let the robber retreat — let the tiger turn tail —In the Name of the Empress, the Overland Mail!With a jingle of bells as the dusk gathers in,He turns to the…
It got beyond all orders an’ it got beyond all ‘ope;
‘Ole companies was lookin’ for the nearest road to slope;It were just a bloomin’ knock-out — an’ our fault!Now there ain’t no chorus ‘ere to give,Nor there ain’t no band to play;An’ I wish I was dead ‘fore I done what I did,Or seen what I seed that day!We was sick o’ bein’ punished, an’…