Jessie Pope

VE the valley, rich and fair,
On flashing pinions, glittering, gay,
You hover in the upper air,
A bird of prey

By bridge and battery, town and trench,
They're fighting with bull-dog pluck;
Not one, from Tommy to General French,
Is down upon his luck

Shining pins that dart and
In the fireside’s sheltered
Check the thoughts the cluster thick  - 20 plain and then decrease
He was brave – well, so was I –Keen and merry, but his

I go as a rule At the coming of Yule,
To a place where the sunshine's obtrusive ;
At Hydros I'm found,
Where dyspeptics abound,

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 an...

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VE Dear Sir, we've had enough
Do you forget,

NG along together, lads ; we'll have a little song,
Kits won't be so heavy and the way won't be so long
We're goin' to cook " the Sossiges," to cook 'em hot and strong While we go marching to Germany
Chorus Hurrah, hurrah,...

When I asked my dear Edwin to shave I'd never a thought of denial;
He'd been such an absolute slave,
I put his devotion on trial
But his eye threw a sinister dart,

[The most noteworthy characteristic of a wet summer is the number of proposals made in the rain
] Beneath an Ilfracombe machine,
While thunderstorms were raging,
Strephon and Chloe found the scene Exceedingly engaging;

Who’s for the game, the biggest that’s played,
The red crashing game of a fight
Who’ll grip and tackle the job unafraid
And who thinks he’d rather sit tight

(The Frankfurter Zeitung states that Belgium intrigued with England and France to drag Germany into
IG bully Belgium,
Breathing blood and flame,
Crafty as a serpent In a cunning game,

When Gilbert’s birthday came last spring,
Oh
How our brains were
To try to find a single

Last week we started out in glee,
The boys and Bertha,
Aunt and me,
Across the village green to see                 The comet;

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,

Darkness expectant, discreet Only a lamp here and there,
Gloom in the clattering street,
Stygian black in the square;
Dazzling fascias and fronts,

Foe and friend and foe again,
Turning coat and turning yet,
That's a feat you don't disdain,
De Wet