FOR YOUR COUNTRY, DO YOUR BIT!

Stratford Evening Post, Volume XXVIII, Issue 38, 14 October 1915, Page 7

FOR YOUR COUNTRY, DO YOUR BIT!

Do you hoar that call from Motherland ? ■ • ,) “More uoi to join the strife, More men 1c cud this hitter wax. We aro .gating for our life. (■u answer I > your Motherland, It vou’ro 1 icliug well and lit, And do not >o club hod a shirkeiFor your t ouxitry, do your bit!

When you ve.nl the Roll of Honor, Do you read it o’er with dread? Do you hourly wait that urgent wire Of some fond loved one dead? When you read of all the .suffering, Can you quietly submit? Don't you -eel your blood is boiling, To do your Country’s bit.

Have you read the German War Hymn That is called the Hymn of Hate? Have you Its;, a sou or brother? Have you lost a life-long mate? If you have, chert make a solemn vow And for < very mate that’s hit You swear u> have your just revenge— For your Country, do your bit! Do you want to see your parents Ground down by iron heel? Do you wax t to see your Homeland Laid waste by shot and steel? Will you see your wives and sisters To Hxxnnitl brutes submit? If you won’t, then get a move on For your Country, do your bit? Do you want to bo a hero Applauded to the skies? } Would you Lke to wear Victoria s Cross Which is every soldier’s prize? Do you hear that loud voice calling? Do you want to show your grit? Don’t xvait nr til it is too late For your Owintry, do your hit! Would you like that proud position Of a man that girls will shun? Don’t you like the smell of powder? Are you frightened of the Hun? Will you miss your game of billiards? Do you thii k you might got hit? If you don’t, then get a bustle on— For your Country, do your bit! Do you want to work for Germany With the Kaiser for your boss? Do you want to wear that bauble That is called an Iron Cross? Do you want to live in servitude? Will you quietly submit To got about two bob a day?— For your Country, do your bit! There’s a gallant hand of heroes Who are fighting for our lives. They are fighting for our children, They are lighting for our wives. And they will uphold our honor, They are not the boys to quit, So why don’t you go and help them— For your Country, do your bit! Are you the soils of thoie father’s brave Who fought in our wars of old? Then keep New Zealand’s name on top And follow your kinsman hold! Show us you’ve hoys of the bull-dog breed! Show us your British grit! Don’t stand by and just wave a flag— For vour Country, do your bit. When this cruel war is ended, And with laurels on our Flag, When for ever hushed in silence Is the Kaiser’s blatant brag! And when o ice more in your Homeland You will cheerfully admit That the sacrifice was worth it. And you’ve done your little bit! —NAUCHAMP, Stratford.