A SOLILOQUY OP THE BATTLEFIELD
NORTH COUNTRYMAN'S LAMENT. Eh, but it's a cauld an' lonesome, lyin' ere i' th' mud an' th' rain, Reet leg brokken an' a'; ah'ni fair craazed wi' th' pain. Theer goa th' guns agean; ah wonder what's come to Bill? Bill'll ha' missed me, ali'ni thinkin'. Eh! They're a goin' it yonder o' t' hill. Bill were aside me, 'o were, when ah fell 'n this stinkin' pit. 'Appen 'e's downed like, too; fur ah think 'e seed ah were 'it. If all could nobbut git oop—e'll 'appen not find me 'ere— But ah can't see nowt i' th' darkness, fur faaces that thrutch an' jeer. 'Undreds on 'em, a noddin' their 'eads, an' makin' a mock o' a man. "Git oop, lad," they're saying', "try agean. Git oop if tha' can." An' ah wilhgit oop an' all. . What's that tba's sayin' ? ''Keeap still" ? Nay, but ah we'ant. . .Eh, lad! But ah knawod tha'd como fur me, Bill.
J.S.H., in the- 'Daily News." September, 1916.
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Dominion, Volume 10, Issue 2916, 31 October 1916, Page 6
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170A SOLILOQUY OP THE BATTLEFIELD Dominion, Volume 10, Issue 2916, 31 October 1916, Page 6
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