H.M.S. BIG GUN.

Pukekohe & Waiuku Times, Volume 3, Issue 255, 11 December 1914, Page 2 (Supplement)

H.M.S. BIG GUN.

THE 13.5,

It may not exactly be wliat ye call gav, but we manage to keep alive. I'or we re wadin' lor that there much-taiked-about day When we'll set Lucie Billy's brass mu(,ic to play To tno tune of the 13.3.

They're squattin' in yon, behind Heligoland. And we'll soon gi\o 'em Hell-go-to-si-a If only they'll venture to play out a iiand Uf the game as they'e broiisted they understand 011 tho banks of the bloomin' Spree.

And a spree we'll give 'em if only they'll come, A welcome when they arrive. For we'll dose 0111 witu pepper and ginger and rum Till old Johnny Tirpitz will grow doai and dumb At the roar of the 13.3.

They're wonderful nippy at keep in' closo hid, And they steam mobt remarkalo fast. They're all iloin' just what the Goeben P'raps they're waitin' for Turkey to make em a bid! Well, let's hope it aiu't goin' to last.

If nothin' will shame 'em to play in the game, We shall havo to start somethiug uew. They can't have no sense 0' what should call shame Or they'd rather all perish in lyddite and tlamo Than hide like a kitten and mew!

They fc ay as the island is armoured ten inch; But ten inch .ain't nothin' to rue. You may take it from me. mate, and this a cinch, lhat we'll it from Emsmouth as far as tho Mineli With the shells oi the 13.0. —James Blytli. 111 tho "Daily Express."