The Knitting Song
Sailor lad, on the sodden ground, Sailor lad on the seas,
Can't you hear a little clicketty sound Stealing across on the breeze?
It's the knitting-needles singing their song As they twine the khaki or blue,
Thousands and thousands and thousands strong, Tommy and Jack, for you. Click -- click -- click, How they dart and flick, Flashing in the firelight to and fro! Now for purl and plain, Round and round again, Knitting love and luck in every row.
The busy hands may be rough or white, The fingers gouty or slim,
The careful eyes may be youthfully bright, Or they may be weary and dim,
Lady and workgirl, young and old,
They've all got one end in view,
Knitting warm comforts against the cold, Tommy and Jack, for you.
Knitting away by the midnight oil, Knitting when day begins,
Lads, in the stress of your splendid toil, Can't you hear the song of the pins?
Clicketty, click -- through the wind and the foam It's telling the boys over
That every "woolly" that comes from home Brings a smile and a hope and a prayer. Click -- click -- click, How they dart and flick, Flashing in the firelight to and fro! Now for purl and plain, Round and round again, Knitting love and luck in every row.
Jessie Pope
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PE for any adventure, sturdy, loyal and game, Quick to the call of the Mother, the young Canadians came Eager to show their mettle, ready to shed their blood, They bowed their neck to the collar and trained in the Wiltshire mud;
The Call
Who's for the trench—Are you, my laddie Who'll follow French—Will you, my laddie Who's fretting to begin, Who's going out to win
To the Clerk of the Weather
Re: AT VE Dear Sir, we've had enough Do you forget,
The Nut
He used to get, when in civilian state, His tea and shaving water, sharp, at eight Then ten delicious minutes would be spent In one last snooze of exquisite content That cosy nest, luxuriously sprung,
