WAR LAMENT.

Stratford Evening Post, Volume XXV, Issue 70, 25 March 1915, Page 8

WAR LAMENT.

Wo Austrians cannot stand the drizzle Of Russian shrapnel at Przemysl! The Russian hordes are on the track of Our noble men who flee to Cracow, A million Cossacks may debouch At any moment at Olkusz! A million more reported are At Kamionkastrumilowa! And yet another million have Consumed all food at Yaroslal! Ah! cv’ry thing they cleared—as well as The larders of Jaszarokszcellas! Then down they poured, like moulten lava On rural, innocent Suczawa! And now they march, with hungry screech, On harmless little Drohobyez! Curs’d be the foreign rascals, greasy, Who chased us out at TustanowiceSteel motor cars—ten guns in each ear— Are rolling on toward Wieliszka! How truly awful will it bo If Cossacks mangle us at Stryjj! No one may even dare to guess of The patriots who fell at Rzeszow. Of Czechs, ’tis said they’ve buried a Battalion at CsiHszereda! 'n As at the banquet of Belshazzar The linger writes at Njiregyhaza! So. ere the .sky with dawn grows streaky' Let’s 'fly to dear old Zalcszceyki! —“London Opinion.”