'Hello, Soldier!': Khaki Verse
By Edward Dyson
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Australia
Billy Khaki
In Hospital
Sister Ann
Bricks
Mud
Mickie Mollynoo
Weepin' Willie
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'Hello, Soldier!' - Edward Dyson
Edward Dyson
'Hello, Soldier!'
Khaki Verse
Published by Good Press, 2022
goodpress@okpublishing.info
EAN 4064066163617
Table of Contents
BILLY KHAKI
AS THE TROOP WENT THROUGH
MARSHAL NEIGH, V.C.
IN HOSPITAL.
SISTER ANN.
BRICKS.
MUD.
MICKIE MOLLYNOO.
WEEPIN' WILLIE.
BILLJIM
THE CRUSADERS.
PEACE, BLESSED PEACE.
THE HAPPY GARDENERS.
THE GERM
JOEY'S JOB.
THE GIRL I LEFT BEHIND ME.
HOW HERMAN WON THE CROSS
WHEN TOMMY CAME MARCHING HOME.
HELLO, SOLDIER!
THE MORALIST.
REPAIRED
OUT OF KHAKI.
THE SINGLE-HANDED TEAM
BATTLE PASSES
THE LETTERS OF THE DEAD.
BULLETS
UNREDEEMED.
THE LIVING PICTURE
THE IMMORTAL STRAIN.
THE UNBORN
THE COMMON MEN.
THE CHURCH BELLS.
THE YOUNG LIEUTENANT.
THE ONE AT HOME.
THE HAPLESS ARMY
AUSTRALIA BILLY KHAKI AS THE TROOPS WENT THROUGH MARSHAL NEIGH V.C. IN HOSPITAL SISTER ANN BRICKS MUD MICKIE MOLLYNOO JAM WEEPING WILLIE BILLJIM THE CRUSADERS PEACE, BLESSED PEACE THE HAPPY GARDENERS THE GERM JOEY'S JOB THE GIRL I LEFT BEHIND ME HOW HERMAN WON THE CROSS WHEN TOMMY CAME MARCHING HOME HELLO, SOLDIER! THE MORALIST REPAIRED OUT OF KHAKI THE SINGLE-HANDED TEAM BATTLE PASSES THE LETTERS OF THE DEAD BULLETS UNREDEEMED THE LIVING PICTURE THE IMMORTAL STRAIN THE UNBORN THE COMMON MEN THE CHURCH BELLS THE YOUNG LIEUTENANT THE ONE AT HOME THE HAPLESS ARMY
BILLY KHAKI
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MARCHING somewhat out of order
when the band is cock-a-hoop,
There's a lilting kind of magic in the swagger
of the troop,
Swinging all aboard the steamer with her
nose toward the sea.
What is calling, Billy Khaki, that you're foot-
ing it so free?
Though his lines are none too level,
And he lacks a bit of style.
And he's swanking like the devil
Where the women wave and smile,
He will answer with a rifle
Trim and true from stock to bore,
Where the comrades crouch and stifle
In the reeking pit of war.
What is calling, Billy Khaki? There is
thunder down the sky,
And the merry magpie bugle splits the morn-
ing with its cry,
While your feet are beating rhythms up the
dusty hills and down,
And the drums are all a-talking in the hollow
of the town.
Billy Khaki, is't the splendor of the song the
kiddies sing,
Or the whipping of the flags aloft that sets
your heart a-swing?
Is't the cheering like a paean of the toss-
ing, teeming crowds,
Or the boom of distant cannon flatly bumping
on the clouds ?
What's calling, calling, Billy? 'Tis the rattle far away Of the cavalry at gallop and artillery in play; 'Tis the great gun's fierce concussion, and the smell of seven hells When the long ranks go to pieces in the sneezing of the shells.
But your eyes are laughing, Billy, and a ribald song you sing, While the old men sit and tell us war it is a ghastly thing, When the swift machines are busy and the grim, squat fortress nocks At your bolts as vain as eggs of gulls that spatter on the rocks.
When the horses sweep upon you to complete
a sudden rout,
Or in fire and smoke and fury some brave
regiment goes out,
War is cruel, Bill, and ugly. But full well
you know the rest,
Yet your heart is for the battle, and your face
is to the west.
For if war is beastly, Billy, you can picture
something worse—
There's the wrecking of an empire, and its
broken people's curse;
There are nations reft of freedom, and of hope
and kindly mirth,
And the shadow of an evil black upon the
bitter earth.
So we know what's calling, Billy. 'Tis the
spirit of our race,
And its stir is in your pulses, and its light is
on your face
As you march with clipping boot-heels
through the piping, howling town
To uphold the land we live in, and to pull a
tyrant down.
Thou his lines are none too level,
And he's not a whale for style,
And he's swanking like the devil
When the women wave and smile
He will answer with a rifle,
Trim and true from stuck to bore,
When the comrades sit and stifle
In the smoking pit of war.
AS THE TROOP WENT THROUGH
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I HEARD this day, as I may no more,
The world's heart throb at my workshop door.
The sun was keen, and the day was still;
The township drowsed in, a haze of heat.
A stir far off on the