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Master went a-hunting, When the leaves were falling; We saw him on the bridle path, We heard him gaily calling. ‘Oh master, master, come you back,
Men of the Twenty-first Up by the Chalk Pit Wood, Weak with our wounds and our thirs… Wanting our sleep and our food, After a day and a night —
MASTER went a-hunting, When the leaves were falling; We saw him on the bridle path, We heard him gaily calling. ‘Oh master, master, come you back,
WHO says the Nation’s purse is l… Who fears for claim or bond or deb… When all the glories that have bee… Are scheduled as a cash asset? If times are bleak and trade is sl…
WHO’S that walking on the moorla… Who’s that moving on the hill? They are passing 'mid the bracken, But the shadows grow and blacken And I cannot see them clearly on…
There is a better thing, dear hear… Than youthful flush or girlish gra… There is the faith that never fail… The courage in the danger place, The duty seen, and duty done,
Men of the Twenty-first Up by the Chalk Pit Wood, Weak with our wounds and our thirs… Wanting our sleep and our food, After a day and a night.
A SPORTIN’ death! My word it w… An’ taken in a sportin’ way. Mind you, I wasn’t there to see; I only tell you what they say. They found that day at Shillingle…
FROM our youth to our age We have passed each stage In old immemorial order, From primitive days Through flowery ways
THERE’S a keen and grim old hun… On a horse as white as snow; Sometimes he is very swift And sometimes he is slow. But he never is at fault,
It’s up and away from our work to-… For the breeze sweeps over the dow… And it’s hey for a game where the… And the bracken is bronzing to bro… With the turf ’neath our tread and…
God’s own best will bide the test And God’s own worst will fall; But, best or worst or last or firs… He ordereth it all. For all is good, if understood,
PUT the saddle on the mare, For the wet winds blow; There’s winter in the air, And autumn all below. For the red leaves are flying
What of the bow? The bow was made in England: Of true wood, of yew-wood, The wood of English bows; So men who are free
PENNARBY shaft is dark and ste… Eight foot wide, eight hundred dee… Stout the bucket and tough the cor… Strong as the arm of Winchman For… ‘Never look down!