Lloyd Roberts
For mothers are mothers, one place as another, East or West.
Your brother? They tell me he s down on the Coast With a knife at his back and death in his eyes, Cursed and condemned by the Moslem host And Christ s allies.
He s another such fellow as you, no doubt, Yet he dies like a rat in a Turkish trench. Why? To keep his friends the English out, And the French,
Those who would save his wife and yours His little children just like your own While you well, you read it as part of the wars In your home !
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��THE KINGDOM OF THE SEA
HAT price will England pay for it if England holds the
seaf
For neither earth, nor air, nor sea is given duty free. If English ships would stay, then English men must pay Think well before you ask of God the Kingdom of the
Sea!
What price did England pay for it three hundred years
ago, When Philip s Great Armada came driving huge and
slow,
In arrogance and pride, red tyrants of the tide, To blight the North Sea Islands with their bigotry and
woe?
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