BRITAIN’S CHOICE.

White Ribbon, Volume 23, Issue 265, 18 July 1917, Page 2

BRITAIN’S CHOICE.

Our cruel foe has stretched a great line Of death round our islands so dear Within there is barely enough of bread, But there’s ten million barrels of beer! The merchants who sail from fardistant lands Are almost afnid to come near. W e must do wl hout many a needful thing. But wave t o million barrels of beer I Our sailors are valiantly giving their lives, (Their cry o’er the waves you may hear !) We .«re short of supplies—but the biewers must make Their ten million barrels of b:er! Our sore-wounded boys in the hospital w ards, And their hard-wrought nurses, we hear, Have i»ften no sugar! But what about that When we’ve ten million barrels of beer! # The mothers, the wives, and the innocent bairns, To the hearts of our heroes so dear. May starve, but the food they've a right to must go To make ten million barrels of beer! O Britain ! betray ; ng thv glorious past, And risking a triumph so near, Thou art selling thy birthright and losing thv soul For ten million barrels of beer! —V.A.G.