The Belgian Mother, and Ballads of Battle Time

And you will tell how Birchall fell as calm as on parade, How on they bore amid the roar in that wild charge they made, Where Julien's wood in moonlight stood when midnight met...

Theirs is the free unrutted tracts of air, The clime of cloudland and of boundless space; From grimy earth they soar to regions rare, And meet the blue eternal face to face-- Ab...

As gallant knights, as valiant-souled crusaders, You come from quests of peril o'er the sea; From conflicts stern, against the brute invaders, With laurels nobly won, you come t...

'Ees a-going down to London town, my lord as lives on the 'ill, And 'e leaves to-day, the folks do say, to vote 'gainst the Budget Bill. It be now a score of years or more since...