THE CALL.

Stratford Evening Post, Volume XXX, Issue 18, 26 April 1916, Page 2

THE CALL.

Don’t yeh hear them callin’ to yoh, callin’ to yeh, lad ? Where the skyline’s smeared an’ grey with cannon smoke, There’s a crowd o’ chaps, that know yeh; Don’t y(?h hear them callin’ to yeh— Mates o’ yours with ’oom yeti used

to drink an’ joke? An’ they trust yeh, lad; they trust yeli for the friendship that yell had. , Don’t yeh hear them callin’, Callin’ to yeh, lad?

Can’t you see them beck-nin’ to yen, hack’nin’ to yeh, hoy ? There’s a jjal o’ yours that fell at Sari Bair; An’ yeh cheered ’im when yeh parted. An’ veil felt a bit down-’earted; Now Vs passed the game to you, to do yer share. Oh, the joli is real dead earnest, an’

j a gun is not a toy; I Can’t yell see them beck’nin’, Beck’nin’ to veh, bov i. Don’t yeh know they're waitin’ for yeh, waitin’ for yeh, mate, Hopin’, prayin’ that their countrymen are game; ‘All tint brave an’ battlin’ crowd of Men that in yer ’eart yer proud' of— Mates o’ yours that ’elped to make ye country’s name? . Do yeh mean to dodge the trouble till I the foe is at the gate? j “Oh, it’s weary waitin’, | Waitin’ for veh, mate!” I : ' : • f. ! Can’t yob see them lookin’" at yeh, | lookin’ at yeh, lad M omen-folk of mates o’ yours that fought and fell? Are yeh grumblin’ an’ protestin’? "Will yer msfteship stand the testin’? Have yeh read the message that those wide eyes tell ? J lave yeh heard grey mothers weepin, ? Have yeh' seen young wives grow sad? . . ; on’t yeh have them prayin’, Prayin’ for yeh, lad? - ■ > inger Mick in the “Bulletin.” I fa Hospital. j