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The Song Of The Bow
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 Love the old yew-tre…
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Cremona
The French Army, including a part of the Irish Brigade, under Marshal Villeroy, held the fortified town of Cremona during the winter of 170…
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The Storming Party
Said Paul Leroy to Barrow, ‘Though the breach is steep and narrow, If we only gain the summit Then it’s odds we hold the fort. I have ten a…
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The Frontier Line
What marks the frontier line? Thou man of India, say! Is it the Himalayas sheer, The rocks and valleys of Cashmere, Or Indus as she seeks t…
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Corporal Dick’s Promotion
A BALLAD OF ’82 The Eastern day was well-nigh o’er When, parched with thirst and travel sore, Two of McPherson’s flanking corps Across the…
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A Forgotten Tale
The scene of this ancient fight, recorded by Froissart, is still called ‘Altura de los Inglesos.’ Five hundred years later Wellington’s sol…
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Pennarby Mine
Pennarby shaft is dark and steep, Eight foot wide, eight hundred deep. Stout the bucket and tough the cord, Strong as the arm of Winchman F…
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A Rover Chanty
A trader sailed from Stepney town— Wake her up! Shake her up! Try her with the mainsail! A trader sailed from Stepney town With a keg full…
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A Ballad Of The Ranks
Who carries the gun? A lad from over the Tweed. Then let him go, for well we know He comes of a soldier breed. So drink together to rock an…
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A Lay Of The Links
It’s up and away from our work to-day, For the breeze sweeps over the down; And it’s hey for a game where the gorse blossoms flame, And the…
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The Dying Whip
It came from gettin’ ’eated, that was ’ow the thing begun, And ’ackin’ back to kennels from a ninety-minute run; ‘I guess I’ve copped brown…
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Master
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 yo…
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H.M.S. ‘Foudroyant’
Being an humble address to Her Majesty’s Naval advisers, who sold Nelson’s old flagship to the Germans for a thousand pounds. Who says the…
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The Farnshire Cup
Christopher Davis was up upon Mavis And Sammy MacGregor on Flo, Jo Chauncy rode Spider, the rankest outsider, But he’d make a wooden horse…
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The Groom’s Story
Ten mile in twenty minutes! ’E done it, sir. That’s true. The big bay ’orse in the further stall—the one wot’s next to you. I’ve seen some…
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With The Chiddingfolds
The horse is bedded down Where the straw lies deep. The hound is in the kennel; Let the poor hound sleep! And the fox is in the spinney By…
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A Hunting Morning
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 And the…
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The Old Gray Fox
We started from the Valley Pride, And Farnham way we went. We waited at the cover-side, But never found a scent. Then we tried the withy be…
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’Ware Holes
‘’Ware Holes!’ is the expression used in the hunting-field to warn those behind against rabbit-burrows or other such dangers. A sportin’ de…
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The Home-Coming Of The ‘Eurydice’
Lost, with her crew of three hundred boys, on the last day of her voyage, March 23, 1876. She foundered off Portsmouth, from which town man…
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The Inner Room
It is mine—the little chamber, Mine alone. I had it from my forbears Years agone. Yet within its walls I see A most motley company, And the…
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The Blind Archer
Little boy Love drew his bow at a chance, Shooting down at the ballroom floor; He hit an old chaperone watching the dance, And oh! but he w…
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A Tragedy
Who’s that walking on the moorland? Who’s that moving on the hill? They are passing ’mid the bracken, But the shadows grow and blacken And…
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The Passing
It was the hour of dawn, When the heart beats thin and small, The window glimmered grey, Framed in a shadow wall. And in the cold sad light…
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The Franklin’s Maid
(From ‘The White Company’) The franklin he hath gone to roam, The franklin’s maid she bides at home; But she is cold, and coy, and staid, A…
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The Old Huntsman
There’s a keen and grim old huntsman On a horse as white as snow; Sometimes he is very swift And sometimes he is slow. But he never is at f…