With my "Ta-ra-rara-rara-ra-ra-rrrp! [Is it naught to you that hear and pass me by?] But the word-the word is mine, when the order moves the line And the lean, locked ranks go roaring down to die. The grandam of my grandam was the Lyre- With my "Tinka-tinka-tinka-tinka-tink!” [What d'ye lack, my noble masters? What d'ye lack?] So I draw the world together link by link: Yea, from Delos up to Limerick and back! THE LINER SHE'S A LADY. THE Liner she's a lady, an' she never looks nor 'eeds The Man-o'-War's 'er 'usband, an' 'e gives 'er all she needs; But, oh, the little cargo-boats, that sail the wet seas roun', They're just the same as you an' me a-plyin' up an' down! Plyin' up an' down, Jenny, 'angin' round the Yard, All the way by Fratton tram down to Portsmouth 'Ard; Anythin' for business, an' we're growin' old Plyin' up an' down, Jenny, waitin' in the cold! Time, Tide, and Space, We bound unto the task That thou shouldst fall, and such an one should ask." Whereat the withered flower, all content, Died as they die whose days are innocent; While he who questioned why the flower fell Caught hold of God and saved his soul from Hell. THE SONG OF THE BANJO. You couldn't pack a Broadwood half a mile-- And play it in an Equatorial swamp. I'm sandwiched 'tween the coffee and the pork- With my "Pilly-willy-winky-winky popp!" In the silence of the camp before the fight, When it's good to make your will and say your prayer, You can hear my strumpty-tumpty overnight Of the Patently Impossible and Vain And when the Thing that Couldn't has occurred, With my "Tumpa-tumpa-tumpa-tum-pa tump!" In the desert where the dung-fed camp-smoke curled There was never voice before us till I led our lonely chorus, I-the war-drum of the White Man round the world! By the bitter road the Younger Son must tread, Ere he win to hearth and saddle of his own,'Mid the riot of the shearers at the shed, In the silence of the herder's hut alone In the twilight, on a bucket upside down, Hear me babble what the weakest won't confess I am Memory and Torment-I am Town! I am all that ever went with evening dress! |