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    'Hello, Soldier!': Khaki Verse
    'Hello, Soldier!': Khaki Verse
    'Hello, Soldier!': Khaki Verse
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    'Hello, Soldier!': Khaki Verse

    By Edward Dyson

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    Hello, Soldier!' is a lyrical collection by Edward George Dyson.
    Contents:
    Australia
    Billy Khaki
    In Hospital
    Sister Ann
    Bricks
    Mud
    Mickie Mollynoo
    Weepin' Willie
    and many more.
    LanguageEnglish
    PublisherGood Press
    Release dateDec 19, 2019
    ISBN4064066163617
    'Hello, Soldier!': Khaki Verse

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      Book preview

      'Hello, Soldier!' - Edward Dyson

      Edward Dyson

      'Hello, Soldier!'

      Khaki Verse

      Published by Good Press, 2022

      [email protected]

      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

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