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'Et Dona Ferentes'
CONTENTS
In extended observation of the ways and
works of man
The Rowers
The banked oars fell an hundred strong
Kitchener's School
Oh Hubshee, carry your shoes in your hand
and bow your head on your breast! .
The Young Queen
Her hand was still on her sword-hilt, the spur
'Here is nothing new nor aught unproven,'
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Let us admit it fairly, as a business people should
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No doubt but ye are the People-your throne
is above the King's
The Peace of Dives
The Word came down to Dives in Torment
where he lay
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South Africa
Lived a woman wonderful
The Settler
117
Here, where my fresh-turned furrows run 120
Service Songs
The Absent-Minded Beggar
When you've shouted 'Rule, Britannia,'
when you've sung 'God save the Queen' 125
Chant-Pagan
M. I.
Me that 'ave been what I've been
I wish my mother could see me now, with a
fence-post under my arm
Columns
Out o' the wilderness, dusty an' dry
The Parting of the Columns
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We're foot-slog-slog-slog-sloggin' over
The Married Man
The bachelor 'e fights for one
Lichtenberg
Smells are surer than sounds or sights
Stellenbosh
The General 'eard the firin on the flank
I do not love my Empire's foes
'Wilful-Missing'
There is a world outside the one you know
Ubique
There is a word you often see, pronounce it as
The Cities are full of pride
A Song of the English
Fair is our lot-O goodly is our heritage!
The Coastwise Lights
Our brows are bound with spindrift and the
weed is on our knees
The Song of the Dead
Hear now the Song of the Dead-in the
North by the torn berg-edges
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The Deep-Sea Cables
The wrecks dissolve above us; their dust
drops down from afar
182
The Song of the Sons
One from the ends of the earth-gifts at an
The Song of the Cities
Royal and Dower-royal, I the Queen
England's Answer
Truly ye come of The Blood; slower to bless
than to ban
The First Chantey
Mine was the woman to me, darkling I found her 188
I sent a message to my dear
The Native-Born
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We've drunk to the Queen-God bless her!. 211
The King
'Farewell, Romance!' the Cave-men said
The Rhyme of the Three Sealers
A Rose, in tatters on the garden path
The Song of the Banjo
228
You couldn't pack a Broadwood half a mile
232
The Liner She's a Lady
The Liner she's a lady, an' she never looks
nor 'eeds
236
Mulholland's Contract
The fear was on the cattle, for the gale was on
Once, on a glittering ice-field, ages and ages
ago
267
The Three-Decker
Full thirty foot she towered from waterline to
rail
An American
The Mary Gloster
Sestina of the Tramp-Royal
'If the Led Striker call it a strike'
I've paid for your sickest fancies; I've hu-
moured your crackedest whim
Speakin' in general, I 'ave tried 'em all.
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