ABC Amber Sony Converter, http://www.processtext.com/abcsonylrf.html &Prefatory Materials HThis is a modified etext created by GutenMarkŠ software. Any comments below about etext preparation refer to the originalô, and not to this modified version of the etext. No individuals named below bear responsibility for changes to the text. ‚The Project Gutenberg EBook of Hello, Soldier! , by Edward Dyson €This eBook is for the use of anyone anywhere at no cost and with almost no restrictions whatsoever. You may copy it, give it away or †re-use it under the terms of the Project Gutenberg License included \with this eBook or online at www.gutenberg.net 2Title: Hello, Soldier! $ Khaki Verse *Author: Edward Dyson \Release Date: October 19, 2005 [EBook #16904] $Language: English
characteriastic. -Edward Dyson. AUSTRALIA. 4AUSTRALIA, my native land, F A stirring whisper in your ear > Tis time for you to understand @ Your rating now is A1, dear. RYou ve done some rousing things of late. FThat lift you from the simple state >In which you chose to vegetate. 0The persons so superior, F Whose patronage no more endures, 8Now have to fire a salvo for F The glory that is fairly yours. JAt length you need no sort of crutch, LYou stand alone, you re voted much 8Get busy and behave as such. BNo man from Oskosh, or from Hull, 8 Or any other chosen place @Can rise with a distended skull, J And cast aspersions in your face. DYou re given all the world to know The loyal song, the manly boast H Your splendid faith to manifest. Good and brown they were, B And their arms swung bare. HTheir fine young faces revived in me >A boyhood s vision of chivalry. LThe lean, hard regiment tramping down, HBushies, miners and boys from town. JFrom mid the watchers the road along P One fell in line with the khaki men. ZHe took the stride, and he caught their song, X And Steve went then, and Meneer, and Ben, . Long Dave McCree, 8 And the Weavers three, ZAll whisked away by the Come! Come! Come! JThe lusty surge of the vaunting drum. NI swore a prayer for each soldier lad. FHe was the son that might have had; LThe tall, bold boy who was never mine, j All brave with dust that the eyes laughed through, VHis shoulders square, and his chin in line, T Was marching too with the gallant few. : Passed the muffled beat : Of their swanking feet, JThe swell of drum, the exulting crow, DThe wild-bird note of the piccolo. NThey dipped away in the listless trees; BA mother wept on her beaded knees PFor sons gone out to the long war s end; J But more than mother or man wept I JWho had no son in the world to send. P The hour lagged by, and drifting high 0 Came the fitful hum 2 Of the little drum, RAnd faint, but still with an ardent flow, BThe pibroch, call of the piccolo. HeF came from tumbled country past the & humps of Buffalo VWhere the snow sits on the mountain n the . Summer aches below. RHe d a silly name like Archie. Squattin , sullen on the ship, He knew nexD to holy nothin through the gor" forsaken trip. TNo thoughts he had of women, no refreshin talk of beer; ^If he d battled, loved, or suffered vital facts $ did not appear; XBut the parsons and the poets couldn t teach & him to discourse PWhen it come to pokin guyver at a pore, " deluded horse.
Page 5
ABC Amber Sony Converter, http://www.processtext.com/abcsonylrf.html ZIf nags got sour n kicked agin the rules of " things at sea, VArtie argued matters with em, n he d kid $ em up a tree. Z Here s a pony got hystericks. Pipe the word ( for Privit Rowe, RThe Sargint yapped, n all the ship came 0 cluckin to the show. XHe d chat him confidential, n he d pet n paw the moke; ZHe d tickle him, n flatter him, n try him with a joke; V N presently that neddy sobers up, n sez Ive course, ZSince you puts it that way, cobber, I will be & a better horse. LThere was one pertickler whaler, known 6 aboard ez Marshal Neigh, PWhose monkey tricks with Privit Rowe was . better than a play. XHe d done stunts in someone s circus, n he , loved a merry bout, TWhirlin in to bust his boiler, or to kick $ the bottom out. VRowe he sez: Well, there s an idjit! Oh, D yes, let her whiz, you beauty! `Where s yer orse sense, little feller? Where s > yer bloomin sense iv duty? PWell, you orter serve yer country! Then > there d come a painful hush, ^ N that nag would drop his head-piece, n , so 6 elp me cat, he d blush. VWe was heaped ashore be Suez, rifle, horse, * n man, n tent, TWhere the land is sand, the water, n the & gory firmament. TWe had intervals iv longin , we had sweaty " spells of work TIn the ash-pit iv Gehenner, dumbly waitin fer the Turk. \We goes driftin on the desert, nothin doin , nothin said, VTill we get to think we re nowhere, n arf * fancy we are dead, X N the only uman interest on the red horizon s brim >Is Marshal Neigh s queer faney fer the lad , that straddles him. `Plain-livin s nearly, bored us stiff. The Major calls on Rowe JTo devise an entertainment. What his . charger doesn t know TIsn t in the regulations. Him n Rowe is brothers met, Z N that horse s sense iv humor is the oddest fancy yet. ZBut the Turk arrives one mornin on the outer $ edge iv space. ZFrom back iv things his guns is floppin kegs & about the place,
Page 6
ABC Amber Sony Converter, http://www.processtext.com/abcsonylrf.html T Privit Artie Rowe along with others iv the force ^Goes pig-rootin inter battle, holdin converse $ with his horse. ^Little Abdul s quite a fighter, n he mixes it with skill; TBut the Anzacs have him snouted,, n , oh, 2 ma, he s feelin ill. `They wake the all-fired desert, n the land for ever dead ^Is alive n fairly creepin , and the skies are " droppin lead. RWhen they ve got the Ot man goin , little , gaudy hunts begin. It ferL us to chiv His Trousers. n to round , the stragglers in. ^Cuttin closest to the raw, n swearin lovin all the way, VIs Artie from Molinga on his neddy, Marshal Neigh. HWe re pursuin sundry camels turkey- trottin anyhow ZWith the carriage iv an emu n the action iv a cow, RWhen a sand dune busts, n belches arf a . million iv the foe. \They uncork a blanky batt ry, n it s, Allah, let her go! RWe re not stayin dinner, thank you. Lie 8 along yer horse n yell, TWhile the bullets pip yer britches n you 6 sniff the flue of Hell. `Here it is that Artie takes it good n solid in the crust, \He dives from out the saddle, n is swallered in the dust. ZI got through n saw them pointin where the 6 Marshal faced the band. RHe was goin where we came from, sniffin . bodies in the sand. XTill he found Rowe snugglin under, took him : where his pants was slack, V N be all the Asiatic gods, he brought his soldier back! \With a bullet in his buttock, n a drill hole in his ear, LHe dumped Artie down among us. Square < n all, how did we cheer! 2There s no medals struck fer neddies, but we . rule there orter be, V N the pride iv all the Light Horse is old , Marshal Neigh, V.C. &MARSHAL NEIGH, V.C. IN HOSPITAL. ItL is thirty moons since I slung me hook H From the job at the hay and corn, VTook me solemn oath, n I straight forsook XAll the ways of life, dinkum ways n crook, N
Page 7
ABC Amber Sony Converter, http://www.processtext.com/abcsonylrf.html V N the things on which it was good to look N Since the day when a bloke was born. NI was give a gun, n a bay net bright, @ N a ell of a swag iv work, PN I dipped my lid to the big pub light, To the oléD push cobbers I give Good-night! &Slipped a kiss to er., n I wings me flight D For a date with the demon Turk. XEz we pricked our heel to the skitin drum. L Square n all, I was gone a mile. JWith a perky air, n a eart ez glum REz a long-dead cod, I was blind n dumb, THoldin do the tear that was bound to come B At a word or a friendly smile. TNow I ve seen it all, I may come out dead, B But I ope never more a fool. ZI have scorched, n thirsted, n froze, n bled, R N bin taught the use of the human head, TFor when all is done n when all is said, H War s a wonderful sort of school. TI ve bin taught to get em n never fret, J N to sleep without dreamin when \We have swarmed a slope with the red rain wet; I aveL learned a pile, n I m learnin yet; \But the thing I ve learned that I won t forget > Is a way of not judgin men. RWe was shot down there in a dirty place R From the mansions n huts we d come L N of all the welter the ardest case NWas a little swine with a dimpled face, DWho a year ago was dispensin lace & In a Carlton em- por -ee- um . NIn the moochin days of me giddy youth, @ When I kidded meself a treat, VI d have pass him one ez a gooey. Strewth \On the track iv Huns, he s a eight-day sleuth, L N at tearin into em nail n tooth > He s got Julius Caesar beat! ZI ain t proud with him ; n I m modest, too, > When dividin a can of swill NWith a Algy boy from the wilds iv Kew. LCos I do not know what the cow will do PWhen a Fritzy offers to sock me through; H N it s good to be livin still. ^There you are, you see! Oh! it makes you sore, H When a bloke you despised at ome RIn them pifflin days of the years before VTakes a odds-on chance with the God of War, X N he tows you out with his left lung tore, H N a crack in his bleedin dome! P Twas a lad called Hugh done ez much for me. T (He has curls n he s fair n slim). RWell, I mind the days in the Port when we HPuts it over Hugh coz we don t agree ZWith his tone n style, n my foot was free H When the push made a hack of him. XNow he s paid me back. I had struck a snag, T And must creep through the battle spume
Page 8
ABC Amber Sony Converter, http://www.processtext.com/abcsonylrf.html LAll a flamin age, with a grinnin jag NIn me thigh, for water, or jest a fag. TLike a crippled snake I was forced to drag T Shattered flesh till the crack of doom. TWhen they saw me he was the one who came. @ N he give me a raffish grin N N a swig. I wasn t so bad that shame TDidn t get me then, for the lad was lame. RThey had passed him his, but his art was game. L N he coughed ez he brought me in. LI have tackled God on me bended knees, J So He ll save him alive n whole, RFor the sake of one who he thinks he sees XWhen the Nurse s hands bring a kind of ease; ^And I thank God, too, for the things like these H That have give me a sort of soul. &There are Percies,
Page 9
ABC Amber Sony Converter, http://www.processtext.com/abcsonylrf.html Algies$, n Claudes I ve met F Who could take it n come agen, VWhile the bullets flew in a screamin jet. \What in pain, n death, and in mire n sweat I aveL learned from them that I won t forget > Is a way of not judgin men. SISTER ANN. I m. lyin in a narrow bed, 4 N starin at a wall. HWhere all is white my plastered head 2 Is whitest of it all. HMy life is jist a whitewashed blank, @ With flamin spurts of pain. There was such women grown! HShe s nurse n sister, mum n dad, B N all that straight n fine 4In every girl I ever had. HWhen Gabr el comes, n all the glad H Young saints are tipped the sign, \ You ll see this donah take her place, first . angel in the line! PShe s sweet n cool, her touch is dew 6 Wet lilies on yer brow. @(Jist ark et me what never knew 2 Of lilies up to now). DShe fits your case in arf a wink, D N knows how, why, n where. FIf you are five days gone in drink, BN hoverin on perdition s brink, 8 It is her brother there. H God how pain will take a man, and 6 He has spoke with her! 4I dunno if she ever sleeps : Ten minutes at a stretch. @A dozen times a night she creeps > To soothe a screamin wretch 4Who has a tiger-headed Hun 6 A-gnawin at his chest. J N when the long, ard flght is won,
Page 10
ABC Amber Sony Converter, http://www.processtext.com/abcsonylrf.html @ > \ he is still n nearly done, She smiles down on his rest, N minds me of a mother with a baby at her breast. :The curly kid we cuddled when 8 There was no splendid row @(It seemed a little matter then, > But feels so wondrous now). JIt s part of her. She s Joan iv Ark, 8 Flo Nightingale, all fair N dinkum dames. who ve made their mark BIf she comes tip-toe in the dark, @ We blighters feel her there. V The whole pack perks up like a bird, n 4 sorter takes the air. DShe chats you in a Ighland botch; 2 But if our Sis saw fit BTo pitch Hindoo instead of Scotch 4 I d get the hang of it, DBecause her heart it is that talks 8 What now is plain to me. DAt war where bloody murder stalks, H N Nick his hottest samples hawks. 6 I have been given to see L What simple human kindness is, what 0 brotherhood may be. BRICKS. DearF Ned, I now take up my pen to write 2 you these few lines, VAnd hopin how they find you fit. Gorbli , ( it seems an age XSince Jumbo ducked the Port, n drilled n 6 polished to the nines, ZHe walked his pork on Collins like a hero off the stage, ^Then hiked a rifle cross the sea this bleedin " war to wage. TThe things what s appened lately calls to 4 Jumbo s mind that day JOur push took on the Peewee pack, n 6 belted out their lard, XWith twenty cops to top it off. But now I m " stowed away, VA bullet in me gizzard where I took it good and hard, XA-dealin -stoush n mullock to the Prussian & flamin Guard. NAt Bullcoor mortal charnce had dumped a . mutton-truck of us From good olé Port* ker-flummox where we * didn t orter be, ZAll in a elpless hole-the Pug, Bill Carkeek, $ Son, n Gus, ZDon, Steve, n Jack, n seven more, n , as ( it appens, me, VWith nothin in since breakfast, n a week & to go for tea. PWorked loose from Caddy s bunch, we went N
Page 11
ABC Amber Sony Converter, http://www.processtext.com/abcsonylrf.html 4 it gay until we found VWe d took to arf the ragin German Hempire " on our own. VThen down we went so umble, with our noses & in the ground, ZTakin cover in the rubble. If a German head was shown XIt was fare-the-well to Herman with a bullet , through the bone. RWe slogged the cows remorseless, n they 4 laid for us a treat. \We held that stinkin cellar, though, n when * the day was done XSon pussied on his bingie where a Maxie trim n neat ZHad spit out loaded lightnin , and he slugged " a tubby Hun, RThen choked a Fritzie with his dukes, n < pinched the sooner s gun! JWe rigged her on her knuckle-bones. Cri , 8 how she lapped em up! XWe hosed em out with livin lead. That was * the second day. "Me left eye I d ave8 give for jest a bubble in a cup, &Three fingers I d ave
Page 12
ABC Amber Sony Converter, http://www.processtext.com/abcsonylrf.html parted for a bone I ve flung away; `But the butcher wasn t callin , n the fountain " didn t play. RT was rotten mozzle, Neddo. We had blown & out ever clip, \ N blooed the hammunition for the little box of tricks. TEach took a batten in his fist. Sez Billy
Page 13
ABC Amber Sony Converter, http://www.processtext.com/abcsonylrf.html Let er
Page 14
ABC Amber Sony Converter, http://www.processtext.com/abcsonylrf.html rip! PBut Son he claws his stubble. Sez -he: < Hold a brace of ticks. LThen Yow! he pipes n Strewth! he L sez, it s bricks, you blighters, bricks! XThere s more than arf a million spilt where 2 somethin hit a pub; VWe creeps among n sorts em, stack afore, , n stack behind; XThe Hun is comin at us with his napper like a tub VYou couldn t ope to miss it, pickled, par0 alysed, n blind. HSez Sonny: Lay em open! Give em 6 blotches on the rind! RThen bricks was flyin in the wind. Mine 0 dinted Otto s chin; ROle Nosey got his brother, which he never * more will roam. VWhen Ulrich stopped a Port bookay he rolled & his alley in. TTheir fire was somethin fierce. Poor Son @ was blowin blood n foam, V Fill up, he coughs, n plug em! S elp @ me Gord, we re goin ome! PWith bricks we drove right at em n we > wanged em best we could. X Twas either bed n breakfast or a scribble & and a wreath. RHaynes bust a Prussian s almond, took the 8 bay net where he stood, TThen heaved his last arf-Brunswick, split @ the demon s grinnin teeth, RAnd Son went down in glory, with a German underneath! XWe d started out with gibbers in our clobber & and our ats. XThey gave us floatin lead enough to stop an army cor . VWe yelled like fiends, n countered with a 6 lovely flight of bats, XThen rushed in close formation, heavin cot& tages, n tore TThrough blinded, bleedin Bosches, n lor 4 love yeh, it was war! `We came peltin , headfirst, elpless, in a drain among a lot *Of dirty, damned old Tommies ( Gord
Page 15
ABC Amber Sony Converter, http://www.processtext.com/abcsonylrf.html ! The 4 best that ever blew!) REight left of us, all punctured, each man 8 holdin what he d got. RMe wild, a rat hole in me lung, but in me " mauley, too, RA bull-nosed brick with whiskers where no 0 whiskers ever grew. VThere s nothin doin now. I wear me blan. kets like a toff. ZThe way this fat nurse pets me, strewth, it s 0 well to be so sick, RA-dreamin of our contract n the way we ( pulled it off. RI reckon Haig is phonin Hughes: Hullo, 6 there, Billy. Quick RA dozen of the pushes and a thousan tons of brick! MUD. ThisJ war s a waste of slurry, and its atmosphere is mud, All is bog from here to sunset. Wadin through `We re the victims of a thicker sort of universal flood, Z With discomforts that old Noah never knew. JWe have dubbed our trench The Cecil. L There s a brass-plate and a dome, P And a quagmire where the doormat used to be, RIf you re calling, second Tuesday is our reg * T lar day at home, V So delighted if you ll toddle in to tea! TThere is mud along the corridors enough to bog a cow; R In the air there hangs a musty kind of woof; VThere s a frog-pond in the parlour, and the 4 kitchen is a slough. V She has neither doors nor windows, nor a roof. NWhen they post our bald somnambulist as 4 missing from his flat R We take soundings for the digger with a prop. VBy the day the board is gratis, by the week . it s half of that; \ For the season there s a corresponding drop. XOpening off the spacious hallway is my natty $ little suite, L A commodious and accessible abode. VBy judicious disposition, with exclusion of my feet, \ There is sleeping room for Oliver the toad. VThough the ventilation s gusty, and in gobs 0 the ceiling falls T Which with oral respiration disagrees PThough there comes a certain quantity of
Page 16
ABC Amber Sony Converter, http://www.processtext.com/abcsonylrf.html 8 T seepage from the walls, There are some I knew in diggings worse than these. ROn my right is Cobber Carkeek. There s a 6 spring above his head, ^ And his mattress is a special kind of clay. NHe s a most punctilious bloke about the 0 fashion of his bed, V And he makes it with a shovel every day. PMan is dust. If so, the Cobber has been 2 puddled up a treat. L On domestic sanitation he s a toff, \For he lights a fire on Sunday, bakes his sur, face in the heat, Z Then he takes a little maul, and cracks it off. XAfter hanging out a winter in this Cimmerian hole T We re forgetting sheets, and baths, and " tidy skins. VIn the dark and deadly calm last night they 0 took us on patrol. b Seven, little fellows, thinking of their sins. XIt was ours like blinded snails to prowl the 0 soggy, slimy night, V With a feeler pricking out at every pore ZFor the death that stalks in darkness, or the 8 blinking stab of light, ^ And the other trifling matters that are war. \That s the stuff to get your liver, that s the & acid on a man, ^ For it tries his hones, and seeks his marrow throngh. XYou have got the thought to comfort you that 0 life is but a span, \ If Fritz squirts his loathly limelight over you. LWe got back again at daybreak. Cobber : ducked to doss and said, T From the soft, embracing mud: No more I ll roam. P Oh, thank Heaven, blokes, he murmured, B for the comforts of a bed! R Gorstruth, but ain t it good to have a home! MICKIE MOLLYNOO. A mile - long, panto dragon ploddin 4 opeless all the day, \Stuffed out with kits, n spiked with rifles, 6 steamin in its sweat, TA-heavin down the misty road, club-footed , through the clay, FBy waggons bogged n buckin guns, 8 the wildest welter yet, VLike arf creation s tenants shiftin early in the wet. VWe re marchin out, we dunno where, to meet $ we dunno who; TBut here we lights eventual, n sighs n
Page 17
ABC Amber Sony Converter, http://www.processtext.com/abcsonylrf.html & ^ slips the kit, , struth, the first to take us on is Mickie Mollynoo! RA copper of the Port he was, when istory was writ. ^Sez I : We re sent to face the foe, n , selp * me, this is It. RA shine John. Hop is Mollynoo. A mix-up $ with the push JIs all his joy. One evenin when his 0 baton s flyin free ZI takes a baby brick, n drives it hard agin the cush, B N Privit Mick is scattered out fer all the $ world to see, XBut not afore indelible he s put his mark on me. VI got the signs Masonic all inlaid along me lug HWhere Molly, P.C., swiped me in them 6 appy, careless days. THe s sargin now, a vet ran; I m a newchum and a mug, R N when he sorter fixes me there s some, thin in his gaze RThat s pensive like. Move on! sez he. D Keep movin there! he says. XIf after this I dreams of scraps promiscuous and crool, JThe mills in Butcher s Alley when the 4 watch is on the wine, XThose nights he raided Wylie s shed to break . the two-up school, VI takes a screw at Molly. With a grin that " ain t divine VHe s toyin with a scar of old I reckernise as mine. ^ N so I m layin for it, n I m wonderin how n what. VWe re signed on with the Germans, n there 2 ain t a vacant date; `But sure it s comin to me, n it s comin ard n ot. RMe lurk is patient waitin , but I m trim, min while I wait TA brick to jab or swing with, in a willin tatertate. TOh, judge me wonder! There s a scrim that 0 follers on a raid. TI m roughin it all-in with Hans. He sock $ me such a bat bI slides on somethin narsty, n me little grave is made; TBut Molly butts my Hun, n leaves no face * beneath his hat, ~ N , Scuse me, Mister Herr, sez he, I have a lien on that! PHe helps me under cover, n he ands me $ somethin wet \(I ve got a lick or two that leaves me feelin & pretty sick). N
Page 18
ABC Amber Sony Converter, http://www.processtext.com/abcsonylrf.html Lor love yeh, olé John Hop , sez I, yiv buried me in debt. Don t minton ut4 at all, he sez, n eyes ( me arf-a-tick. \ N back there in the trench I sits, n trims & another brick. N Tis all this how a month or more; then , Mollynoo sez he: Come aisyF, Jumm, yeh loafer, little hell n $ all to view. FA job most illegant is on, cut out fer you n me. LThe damnedest, dirtiest fighter on the , Continent is you, NBar one, yeh gougin thafe, n that is . Sargin Mollynoo! dI take, with knife n pistol, arf a brick to line me shirt. TWe creeps a thousan yards or so to jigger up a gun ZWhich seven Huns is workin on the Irish like a squirt. PWe gets across them, me n him. I pots & the extra one; LMick chokes his third in comfort, n , > be old, the thing is done! ZHe stands above me, rakin sweat from off his & gleamin nut. N Me dipper s leakin , Mick, sez I; me 2 leg is bit in two. RSez he: Bleed there in comfort, I m for < bringin help, ye scut. VHe s back in twenty minutes, with a dillied $ German crew. R Three ll carry in the gun, sez he, the 4 rest will carry you. PI dunno how he got em, but he made them 2
Page 19
ABC Amber Sony Converter, http://www.processtext.com/abcsonylrf.html barrer me. LThey lugged the gun before him, n he : yarded them like geese. VThen Mickie s lutes the Major. They re in , custody, sez he, V Fer conduc calculated to provoke a breach iv peace, TA-tearin iv me uniform, n saultin the po-lice. LThen down he dumped. His wounds would @ make a arf a column list. RWhen hack to front I chucks me bricks n 8 smiles the best I can. VHe grins at me: Yer right, sez he, Hold : out yer bla -guard fist, ^I couldn t fight yeh, blarst yeh, if yeh dinted in me pan. LThis messin round wid Germans makes a . chicken iv a man. Jam . "(A Hymn of Hate). What6 is meant by active service Ere where sin is leakin loose, N the oldest and s as
P <
Page 20
ABC Amber Sony Converter, http://www.processtext.com/abcsonylrf.html nervis D As a dog-bedevilled goose, > Has bin writ be every poet L What can rhyme it worth a dam, B But the orror as we know it 4 Is jist jam, jam, jam ! J Oh, the ymn of ate we owe it RStodgy, splodgy, seepy, soaky, sanguinary jam! T There s the fearful roar iv battle, J What gets underneath yer at, B Mooin like a million cattle < Each as big as Ararat; V There s the red field green n slippy J (And I m cleaner where I am), L But the thing that s got me nippy 0 It is jam, jam, jam ! H Druv us sour it has, n dippy, ^Sticky, sicky, slimy, sloppy, stummick-strafin jam! L Of the mud that s in the trenches F Writers make a solemn fuss; H For the vermin n the stenches < Little ladies pity us; P But the yearn that s honest dinkum, P N the prayer what ain t a sham P Is that Fritz may bust n sink em 6 Ships of jam, jam, jam ! T For we bolt em, chew em, drink em, TMillion billion bar ls of beastly, cloyin $ clammy jam! D We are sorry-sick of peaches, P N we re full right up of plum, B N innards fairly screeches J When the tins of apple come. H Back of Blighty piled in cases, N Jist as close as they can cram, B Fillin all the open spaces, 4 Is the jam, jam, jam ! L Oh, the woe the soldiers face is, NMonday, Sunday, ruddy, muddy, boundless & bogs of jam. WEEPIN WILLIE. WheyB our trooper hit wide water every 6 heart was yearin back \To the little ouse at Coogee or a hut at Barrenjack. bShe was ookin up to spike the stars, or rootin " in the wave, VAn me liver turned a hand spring with each 6 buck the beggar gave. ^Then we pulls a sick n silly smile n tips a saucy lid, NCrackin hardy. Willie didn t. Willie 4 snivelled like a kid. XAt Gallip the steamer dumped us, n we got 0 right down to work, TWhoopin up the hill splendacious, playin 6 tiggie with the Turk.
Page 21
ABC Amber Sony Converter, http://www.processtext.com/abcsonylrf.html PWhen the stinkin Abdul hit us we curled . down upon a stone, ^ N we yelled for greater glory, crackin ardy " on our own. ZNot so Willie. He was cursin , cold ez death . n grey ez steel, V N the smallest thing that busted made the 8 little blighter squeal. hIn the bitter day s that follered, spillin life be$ side the sea, \We would fake a spry expression for the things ( that had to be, ZAlways dressin up the winder, crackin ardy & though we felt ZFearful creepy in the whiskers, very cold be* neath the belt. dBut his jills would sniff n shiver in the mother " of a fright, \ N go blubberin n quakin out to waller in the fight. ZIn the West we liked the weather, n we fat, tened in the mud, RCrackin ardy, stewed together, rats an 6 slurry men n blood. RWeepin Willie wouldn t have it these was 4 pleasin things abed, Z N he shuddered in his shimmy if they passed 0 him with the dead. VWhen he cried about his mother, in a gentle ( voice he d tell \Them as dumb-well didn t like it they could go ( to sudden ell. \There was nothin sweet for Willie in a rough& up in the wet; `But if all things scared him purple, not a thing 4 had stopped him yet. ZIf some chaps was wanted urgent special dirty work to do VWillie went in with a shudder, but he alwiz * saw it through. TOh, a busy little body was our Willie in a crush! \Then he d cry out in the night about the faces $ in the slush. TWell they pinked him one fine mornin with < a thumpin unk iv shell; TPut it in n all across him. What he was 0 you couldn t tell. LI saw him stitched n mended where he 4 whimpered in his bed, X N he d on y lived because he was afraid to & die, he said. VSez he Struth, they re out there fightin , H trimmin Boshes good n smart, XWhile I m bedded here n elpless. It fair < breaks a feller s eart. XBut he came again last Tuesday -n we go it $ in a breath X London s big n black n noisy. It would < scare a bloke to death.
Page 22
ABC Amber Sony Converter, http://www.processtext.com/abcsonylrf.html PHe s away now in the trenches, white n 6 nervous, but, you bet, VPlayin lovely ands of poker with his busy bay-o-net, ` Fraid of givin n of takin , fraid of gases, * fraid of guns ZBut a champion lightweight terror to the gorforsaken Uns ! BILLJIM Down. to it is Plugger Bill, BLyin crumpled, white n still. Me n him >Chips in when the scrap begins, :Carin nothin for our skins, >Chi-iked as the Eavenly Twins$ Bill n Jim.
Page 23
ABC Amber Sony Converter, http://www.processtext.com/abcsonylrf.html They ave( outed Bill at last, BSlugged me cobber hard n fast. $ It s a kill. 2See the purple of his lip 6 N the red n oozy drip! Ends our great olé partnership" Jim n Bill Though it got em by the score, >Two was goin to beat this war" But n Jim. JMate o mine, yiv stayed it through. price yer humble, Dicko Smith, 4 in gaudy putties girt, R With sand-blight in his optics, and much 6 leaner than he started, NRound the Oly Land cavorting in three. quarters of a shirt, P And imposin on the natives ez one Dick * the Lion Earted? ZWe are drivin out the infidel, we re hittin
Page 24
ABC Amber Sony Converter, http://www.processtext.com/abcsonylrf.html up the Turk, V Same ez Richard slung his right across the & Saracen invader LIn old days of which I m readin . Now : we re gettin in our work, P N what price me nibs, I ask yeh, ez a . qualified Crusader! Z Ere I am, a thirsty Templar in the fields of Palestine, N Where that hefty little fighter, Bobby 8 Sable, smit the heathen, LAnd where Richard Coor de Lion trimmed 8 the Moslem good n fine, N N he took the belt from Saladin, the 8 slickest Dago breathin . VThere s no plume upon me helmet, n no red * cross on me chest, P N so fur they haven t dressed me in a 6 swanking load of metal; PWe ve no Oly Grail I know of, but we do $ our little best V With a jamtin, n a billy, n a battered olé mess kettle. XQuite a lot of guyver missin from our brand of chivalry; J We don t make a pert procession when > we re movin up the forces; PWe ve no pretty, pawin stallion, n no 2 pennants flowin free, J N no giddy, gaudy bedquilts make a 2 circus of the orses. \We most always slip the cattle n we cut out all the dog \ When it fairly comes to buttin into battle s " hectic fever, *Goin forward on our wishbones , with our ( noses in the bog, V N we eave a pot iv blazes at the cursed unbeliever. HFancy-dress them old Crusaders wore, 4 and alwiz kep a band. X What we wear s so near to nothin that it s 0 often ardly proper, RAnd we swings a tank iv iron scrap across the Oly Land N From a dinkie gun we nipped ashore the 2 other side of Jopper. \We ain t ever very natty, for the climate here is hot; Z When it isn t liquid mud the dust is thicker * than the vermin. TTen to one our bold Noureddin is some wad* dlin Turkish pot, T N the Saladin we re on to is a snortin ( red-eyed German. PBut be old the eighth Crusade, n Dicko . Smith is in the van, J Dicko Coor de Lion from Carlton what F could teach King Dick a trifle, TFor he d bomb his Royal Jills from out his
Page 25
ABC Amber Sony Converter, http://www.processtext.com/abcsonylrf.html , baked-pertater can, P Or he d pink him full of leakage with a 6 quaint repeatin rif1e. JWe have sunk our claws in Mizpah, and , Siloam is in view. R By my alidom from Agra we will send the , Faithful reelin ! ZThose old-timers botched the contract, but we 6 mean to put it through. R Knights Templars from Balmain, the Port, > Monaro, Nhill, andl Ealin . TWe are wipin up Jerus lem; we were ready with a hose X Spoutin lead, a dandy cleaner that you bet ( you can rely on; PAnd Moss Isaacs, Cohn, and Cohen, Moses, . Offelbloom n those T Can all pack their bettin bags, and come 8 right home again to Zion. *PEACE, BLESSED PEACE. HereR in the flamin thick of thick of things, N With Death across the way, n traps FWhat little Fritz the German flings B Explodin in yer lunch pe aps, @It ain t all glory for a bloke , H It ain t all corfee ot and stoo, @Nor wavin banners in the smoke, DOr practisin the bay net stroke F We has our little troubles, too! DHere s Trigger Ribb bin seein red F N raisin Cain because he had, @Back in the caverns iv his ead, D A oller tooth run ravin mad. FPore Trigger up n down the trench J Was jiggin like a blithered loan, @ N every time she give a wrench BYou orter seen the beggar blench, F You orter eard him play a toon. FThe sullen shells was pawin blind, @ A-feelin for us grim as sin, FWhile now n then we d likely find B A dizzy bomb come limpin in. &But Trigger simply let er sizz. F He ardly begged to be excused. BThis was no damn concern of his. FHe twined a muffler round his phiz, J N fearful was the words he used. @Lest we be getting cock-a-whoop R Ole Ans tries out his box of tricks. >His bullets all around the coop H Is peckin like a million chicks. JBut Trigger when they barks his snout N Don t sniff at it. He won t confess PThey re on the earth -ignores the clout, B N makes the same old sung about D His brimmin mug of bitterness. >They raided us there in the mud H One day afore the dead sun rose. HMe oath, the mess of stuff and blood
Page 26
ABC Amber Sony Converter, http://www.processtext.com/abcsonylrf.html N Would give a slaughterman the joes! HAnd when the scrap is past and done, R Where s Trigger Ribb? The noble youth :Has got his bay net in a Hun, TWhile down his cheeks the salt tears run. L Sez he to me Gorbli -this tooth! BA shell hoist Trigger in a tree. F We found him motherin his jor. If this
Page 27
ABC Amber Sony Converter, http://www.processtext.com/abcsonylrf.html ache s& goin on, sez he, J So elp me, it ll spoil the war! FFive collared Trigger on his perch, F They wired his molar to a bough, HThen give the anguished one a lurch, J N down he pitches. From that birch H His riddled tooth is hangin now. >This afternoon it s merry ell; D Grenades is comin by the peck; @A big gun times us true n well, H And, oh! we gets it in the neck. LThey lick out flames hat reach a mile, L The drip of lead will never cease. HBut Trigger s pottin all the while; FHe sports a fond n foolish smileT Thank Gord, he sez, a bit of peace! (Thé HAPPY GARDENERS. WeJ were storemen, clerks and packers on * an ammunition dump XTwice the size of Cootamundra, and the goods " we had to hump TThey were bombs as big as water-butts, and , cartridges in tons, ZShells that looked like blessed gasmains, and 6 a line in traction-guns. XWe had struck a warehouse dignity in dealing ( with the stocks. TIt was, Sign here, Mr. Eddie! Clarkson, 2 forward to the socks! VOur floor-walker was a major, with a nozzle like a peach, XAnd a stutter in his Trilbies; and a limping $ kind of speech. \We were off at eight to business, we were free ( for lunch at one, ZAnd we talked of new Spring fashions, and the 6 brisk trade being done. VAfter five we sought our dugouts lying snug ( beneath the hill, FEach with hollyhocks before it and geraniums on the sill. JSinging Home, Sweet home, we swept, R and scrubbed, and dusted up the place, VThen smoked out on the doorstep in the twi2 light s tender grace. RAfter which with spade and rake we sought 6 our special garden plot, ZAnd we tended to the cabbage and the shrink* ing young shallot. XSo long lived we unmolested that this seemed , indeed the life. VSet apart from mirk and worry and the inci& dence of strife; RAnd we trimmed our Kitchen Eden, swapping $ vegetable lore, RWhi1e the whole demented world beside was . muddled up with war. ZThere was little talk of Boches and of bloody " battle scenes,
Page 28
ABC Amber Sony Converter, http://www.processtext.com/abcsonylrf.html NBut a deal about Bill s spuds and Billy 4 Carkeek s butter-beans; XPorky specialised on onion and he had a sort of gift VFor a cabbage plump and tender that it took & two men to lift. RIn the pleasant Sabbath morning, when the 6 sun lit on our street, XAnd illumed the happy dugout with effulgence $ kind and sweet, \It was fine to see us forking, raking, picking off the bugs, RTreading flat the snails and woodlice and 2 demolishing the slugs. RThen one day old Fritz got going. He had a hint of us, \And the shell the blighter posted was as roomy as a bus; THe was groping round the dump, and kind of ( pecking after it; ZWhen he plugged the hill the world heeled up, 8 the dome of heaven split. TThen, 0 Gott and consternation! Swooped a : shell a and stuck her nose TIn Carkeek s beans. Those beans came up! 2 A cry of grief arose! PAs we watched them -plunk! another shell 8 cut loose, and everywhere VFlew the spuds of Billy Murphy. There were , turnips in the air. XBill! she tore a quarter-acre from the land0 scape. With it burst RTommy s carrots, and we watched them, and D in whispers prayed and cursed. TThen a wail of anguish scaped us. Boomed 4 in Porky s cabbage plot TA detestable concussion. Porky s cabbages were not! TThere the Breaking strain was reached, for < Porky fetched an awful cry, LAnd he rushed away and armed himself. 8 With loathing in his eye, RUp and over went the hero. He was savage . Through and through, VAnd he tore across the distance like a mad$ dened kangaroo. ^They had left a woeful sight indeed -frail cab$ bages all rent, \Turnips mangled, little carrots all in one red burial blent, XParsnips ruined, lettuce shattered, torn and 0 wilted beet and bean, VAnd a black and grinning gap where once our 6 garden flourished green. . . . . . . VFive and fifty hours had passed when came a 0 German in his shirt. NOn his back he carried Porky black with < blood, and smoke and dirt. T I sniped six of em, said Porky, an me
Page 29
ABC Amber Sony Converter, http://www.processtext.com/abcsonylrf.html 4 V . pris ner here, he sezI done in the crooel swine what strafed me helpless cabba-ges. I took( to khaki at a word, F And fashioned dreams of wonder. BI rode the great sea like a bird, H Chock full of blood and thunder. 6I saw myself upon the field < Of battle, framed in glory, BCompelling stubborn foes to yield HAs captives to my sword and shield 2 This is another story. :We sat about in sun and sand, > We broke old Cairo s images, BMet here and there a swarthy band D In little, friendly scrimmages, :And here it is I start to kid < No Moslem born can hit me. HThe Germ then that had long laid hid For some few days I wore an air 8 Of pensive introspection, BAnd then I curled down anywhere. > They whispered of infection, HAnd hoist me on two sticks as though 8 I bore the leper s label, >And took me where, all in a row :Of tiny beds, two score or so : Wčré raising second Babel; And that one of his mother. DThey were the victims of the Germ, @ The imp that Satan pricks in, @First cousin to the Coffin Worm, >Whose uncomputed legions squirm : Some foul, atomic Styx in. NThe Germ rides with the plunging shell, B Or on the belts that fret you, Wrapped in a dingy blanket. >We set out braggartly in mirth, F World s bravest men and tallest, FTo do the mightiest thing on earth, HAnd here we re lying, nothing worth, < Succumbent to the smallest! Thé GERM JOEY S JOB.
Page 30
ABC Amber Sony Converter, http://www.processtext.com/abcsonylrf.html
InP days before the trouble Jo was rated as a slob. `He chose to sit in hourly expectation of a job. RHe d loop hisself upon a post, for seldom ( friends had he, dA gift of patient waitin his distinctif quality. ^He d linger in a doorway, or he d loiter on the grass, REdgin modestly aside to let the fleetin $ moments pass. XJo begged a bob from mother, but more often " got a clout, ZAnd settled down with cigarettes to smoke the devil out. LThe one consistent member of the Never $ Trouble Club, XHe put a satin finish on the frontage of the pub. PHis shoulder-blades were pokin out from 0 polishin the pine; VBut if a job ran at him Joey s footwork was divine. bJo strayed in at the cobbler s door, but, scoffed $ at as a fool, VHe found the conversation too exhaustin as a rule; ZOr, canted on the smithy coke, he d hoist his & feet and yawn, \His boots slid up his shinbones, and his pants . displayin brawn: ZAnd if the copper chanced along twas beautyful to see NJoe wear away and made hisself a fadest memory. RThen came the universal nark. The Kaiser $ let her rip. ZThey cleared the ring. The scrap was for the B whole world s championship. VJo Brown was takin notice, lurkin shy be& neath his hat, ZAnd every day he crept to see the drillin on the flat. ZHe waited, watchin from the furze the blokes . in butcher s blue, `For the burst of inspiration that would tell him what to do. ZHe couldn t lean, he couldn t lie. He yelled . out in the night. PJo understood -he d all these years been 6 spoilin for a fight! NRight into things he flung himself. He 4 took his kit and gun, XMooched gladly in the dust, or roasted gaily " in the sun. X Gorstruth, he said, with shining eyes, it 6 means a frightful war, X N now I know this is the thing that Heaven & meant me for. XJo went away a corporal and fought again the
Page 31
ABC Amber Sony Converter, http://www.processtext.com/abcsonylrf.html Turk, ZAnd like a duck to water Joey cottoned to the work. ZIf anythin was doin it would presently come out TThat Joseph Brown from Booragool was there ( or thereabout. PHe got a batch of medals, and a glorious renown NAttached all of a sudden to the name of ( Sergeant Brown. RThen people talked of Joey as the dearest * friend they had; JThey were chummy with his uncles, or ac 8 quainted with his dad. \Joe goes to France, and presently he figure as the best \Two-handed all-in fighter in the armies of the West, RAnd men of every age at home and high and low degree, NWe gather now, once went to school with 2 Sergeant Brown, V.C. XThen Hayes and Jo, in Flanders met, and very ( proud was Hayes RTo shake a townsman by the hand, and sing . the hero s praise, X Oh, yes, says Jo, I m doin well, n yet , I might do more. `If I was in a hurry, mate, to finish up this war bI d lay out every Fritz on earth, but, strike me, what a yob NA man would be to work himself out of a & flamnin job! ZNow Jo s a swell lieutenant, and he s keepin $ up the pace. LHa Record says Lieutenant Brown s an 2 honor to the place. VThe town gets special mention every time he ( scores. We bet XIf peace don t mess his chances up, he ll be 0 Field-Marshal yet. XDad, mother and the uncles Brown and all our people know ZThat Providence began this war to find a grip for Jo! 4Thé GIRL I LEFT BEHIND ME. I said6: I leave my bit of land@ In khaki they ve entwined me, :I go abroad to lend a hand. FSaid she: My love, I understand. DI will be true, and though we part HA thousand years you hold my heart": The girl I left behind me. One little woman spurred me on: The girl I left behind me. Hard going they assigned me, FI pricked the Turk up from the sea; >I riddled him, he punctured me; DAnd, bleeding in my rags, I said: L She ll meet me somewhere if I m dead: The girl I left behind me. JIn France we broke the German s faceH They tried with gas to blind me. HIn mud we bogged from front to base, JAnd dirt was ours, but not disgrace. LThey carved me till I couldn t stand. >Said I Now for the Lodden, and : The girl I left behind me. HI came ashore, and struck the track; L For dust you scarce could find me. FThe dear girl gave no welcome backRShed changed her names and state, alack! J You ve been a time, I must say, Ned, BIn finishing your old war. Said : The girl I left behind me. @I flung a song up to the skies. B For battles gods designed me. @I think of Fifi s laughing eyes, FAnd Nami, dusk, but sweet and wise, >And chortle in my heart to find but altered me intention. R N If you put it thus, sez I, I don t ( care if I do. PWe had a drink together. There s a tem* por y suspension ZOf hostilities to sample contraband n other stuff RIn the enemy s possession. Which I think * he s had enough. XThat Hun had thirty pockets, n he d stowed * a flask in each, V N presently I m thinkin I could love him * like a brother. XHe s talkin fond n friendly in outlandish , parts of speech. R You re prisoner of war, I sez; n then * we had another. \Ten flasks he pours into his hat, n fills it " to the brim, \ N weeps n sez his frau she will be waitin up for him. RWe drink each other s health, n know no . henmity nor fear. XI see I ve got to pinch him, but he s out to ( do his div. in, X N don t care if he don t go home till day0 light doth appear. TSez he: I pud you home to bed upside dot 2 ouse you live in. ^He shakes his finger in me eye: Mein friendt, 4 you re preddy trunk! PThen arm in arm through No Man s land we 0 does a social bunk. RThere s Fear afoot. Comes more than once > the glug of sudden death. RWe re rockin fine n careless where the 8 rifle fire is breakin , T N singin most uproar ous, in the bomb s . disgustin breath, ZOf girls, n drink, n cheerful sprees, n > Herman thinks he s takin NA cobber home to somewhere in an subbub $ damp n dim, Whereas I know fer6 certain it is me is takin him. RSomehow, sometime, I lands him where he s 0 safely put to bed. I wake nex@ day, n holy smoke! I m pri8 soner with the German. ZMe mouth is like an ashpan, there s hot fish, bolts in me head, N N through the barb-wire peerin is me 8 foreigh cobber Erman. R Ve capdure each lasd nighd, sez he you > home haf bring me, boss. RFor bravery in takin me, he got the Iron Cross! We set three colored petticoats @ From Baker s chimneys blowin N( Tis not the bravest flag that floats, > Yet twas the finest goin ); @We cheered our hero all we knew, @ No song of praise neglectin , LTo show our pride as he limped through @He merely spat and snorted, Who D The deuce are yous expectin ? DThey lured him to my shop somehow, @ And sued for news of battle. TSays Tom: Who rides the mail track now? B Who herdin Stringer s cattle? BA dint the Turk put in his head. : He covers with a ringlet. Distinguished Service Order. B Then Sydney Bob was rather vexed P With Green -who d pinched his braces, @That was continued in our next < In half a score of places. What a helephant could sit in. JBounced their bullets, if yeh please, :Like the oppers in a cheese, :Off me rubber pelt in droves, 8Moppin up the other coves.
Page 37
ABC Amber Sony Converter, http://www.processtext.com/abcsonylrf.html DSo here s me once more at large in LBay-street, Port, a bloomin Sargin . Cri:, it jumbo. Have a beer. < Wot-o, Anzac; you re a dear. \Back once more on Moley s corner, loafin a dook; LBack on Bourke, me livin image, not a $ slinkin spook; PSolid ez the day I started, medals on me chest, PSwitchin with me pert melacca, swankin with the best DWhere the little wimmen s flowin , JWith their veils n ribbons blowin @See their eyes of bloo n brown :Butterflyin bout the town! JBack at ome-oh, struth, it s good! @Long, cold lagers from the wood, 8Ev ry cobber jumpin at you, @Strangers duckin in to bat you-
like
Page 38
ABC Amber Sony Converter, http://www.processtext.com/abcsonylrf.html Good olé Jumbo , how re you? 6 Ello, soldier, howja do? VBack at Grillo s where the nigger googs his whitey eyes, Plucks his black olé. greasy banjo while the & cod-steak fries; ZFish n chips, a pint iv local, and the tidy girl VDancin glad attendance on yeh zif yeh was an earl; @Trailin round the blazin city, >Feelin all content n pretty, @Where the smart procession goes, DPrinked n polished to the shows, 4One among the happy drive> Sworth the world to be alive! :Dames ez smilin ez a mother,
Page 39
ABC Amber Sony Converter, http://www.processtext.com/abcsonylrf.html Ev ry man ver$ fav rit brother: 6 Ello, Jumbo, how is it ? H Ärr there, soldier! Good n fit? RTakin hozone at St. Kilder s good enough for me, TSeein Summer and the star-blink simmer in the sea; TCantin up me bloomin cady, toyin with a cig., ^Blowin out me pout a little, chattin wide
n
Page 40
ABC Amber Sony Converter, http://www.processtext.com/abcsonylrf.html big NWhen there s skirt around to skite to. @Say, oo has a better right to? :Done me bit n done it well, :Got the tag iv plate to tell; 4Square Gallipoli surviver, DWith a touch iv Colonel s guyver. * Sargin Jumbo, good olé son ! F Soldier, soldier, you re the one! VBack again, a wounded hero, moochin up n down, ZFeelin sthough I d got a fond arf-Nelson on the town; VNever was so gay, so elp me, never felt so kind; ZFresh from ell a paradise ain t very hard to find. JAfter filth, n flies, n slaughter Soldier, soldier, how re you? HELLO, SOLDIER! Thé MORALIST.
ThreeF other soldier blokes n me packed 6 ome from foreign lands; ZBit into each the God of Battles everlastin brands. ZThey limped in time, n coughed in tune, n 0 one was short an ear, X N one was short a tier of ribs n all was $ short of beer. P I speaks up like a temp rance gent, H But ever since the sky was bent ZThe thirst of man as never yet bin squenched " with argument. \Bill s skull was welded all across, Jim ad an eye in soak, TSam obbled on a patent leg, n every man was broke; ZThey sang a song of Mother with their faces titled up. VSays Bill-o: Ere s yer eroes, sling the 0 bloomin votive cup! L We got no beer, the soup was badL Now oo will stand the soldier lad VThe swag of honest liquor that for years he hasn t ad? NSez I: Respeck yer uniform! Remember oo you are! 0They d pinched a wicker
Page 41
ABC Amber Sony Converter, http://www.processtext.com/abcsonylrf.html barrer , arf a pram & n arf a car. In this olé Bill>-o nestled neath a blanket, on his face VA someone s darlin sorter look, a touch iv ( boy ood s grace. N The gentle ladies stopped to ear, J N dropped a symperthetic tear, TA dollar or a deener for the pore haff1ict dear. ZThe others trucked the wounded to a hentrance up a lane. RI sez: Sich conduck s shameful! Bill-o . took to ease his pain POne long un and another. The conductor ( picked his brand; TThe gripman lent his countenance to wot he ad in and. T And when they moved their stand twas Sam N Lay pale n peaceful in the pram, Z N twenty flappers stroked his paw, n said " he was a lamb. TThe gathered in the tokens and they blooed em as above, PWhile Jim-o done the hinvalid oom Sammy " had to shove. XSez I: No noble eroes what s bin fightin " for their king PShould smirch theirselves by doin this dis * onerable thing. N But fine old gents n donahs prim Z They stopped n slid the beans to Jim. VYou betcher life I let im hear just what I " though of im. ^Nine, g.m. at St. Kilder, saw the finish of the prowl. ZEach ad his full- n -plentv, and was blowin " in the tow l. ZAs neither bloke cud stand alone, they leaned n argufied ^Which was the patient sufferer oo s turn it was to ride. J Each eld a san wich and a can. < Sez I: This shouldn t ave began\ Tain t conduck wot it worthy of a soldier and a man. XI cud a cried with injured pride. Afore a " push the three VGot scrappin , vague n foolish, which the 4 cripple boy should be. dSam slips his scientific leg, n flings it in the drainT I ll auto ome, he sez, or never see me ome again. B But I am thinkin ard oo he V Tucked elpiess in the pram might be. RComes sudden reckerlection. Great Gohan$ ners, it is me! REPAIRED
Page 42
ABC Amber Sony Converter, http://www.processtext.com/abcsonylrf.html
Page 43
ABC Amber Sony Converter, http://www.processtext.com/abcsonylrf.html Hauled. I was from out the tip J Fritz made with his demonstration, :All broke up, a fractured hip ,In me Darby Kell a rip : Settn up a cool sensation : Like excessive ventilation From a andsome plate of meat. :They had sorter pied me feet, < And a bullet of the foe hit N Where no decent bloke could show it. F Arf a year they ve botched me now; 6 Ev ry scientific schemer In the cor has faked me prow, BSoled n heeled a bloke somehowL Gawd, the last one was a screamer. < Wirin up me flamin femur! BComes a guy and pipes you square, L Gogglin at you through his glasses, BSwings you in the barber s chair, @Tilts you this end up with care, D Lets you have a whiff of gasses J Chattin off-hand with the lasses. >Then he slices clean n swift, F Like a cobbler cuts his leather, BGives the splintered knob a lift6S elp me tater, it s a gift F How they glues you all together, B Sayin it s bin nicer weather! @Surgeon wipes his ands, a verse > Chort1e softly as he pitches @Probes and sponges to the nurse, LThinks the lunch might have bin worse; H Close your little gap he hitches, J Whistlin as he jabs the stitches. DI m caught in with fiddle-strings, J Stuck about with bits n patches, BFixed with ligatures n springs, FLath n plastered, swung in slings N Skewered with little wooden matches, N Hung with hinges, knobs n latches. 8Till I lay behind me screen, : Serious n sober one day, 2Satisfied n all serene, 6 Arf a man n arf machine D What they winds up ev ry Monday F N it tilts all ways by Sunday. : Ome again I ll come, a neat, 2 Semi-autymatic loafer, 8Number up, n all complete, BCreakin round on Collins Street, L With a licence (which I ll owe for) @ My own car and my own shofer! OUT OF KHAKI. I slung. me khaki suit to-day. D Civilian now front heel to chin @ I op round on a single shin;
Page 44
ABC Amber Sony Converter, http://www.processtext.com/abcsonylrf.html HAt home in peace I m bound to stay. D N so they ve took me duds away. L It urt like strippin off me skin! 8I put it on three years ago, The olé< brown rig. There wasn t then B A prouder chicken in the pen. LJist twenty turned, me nibs you d know @For how I give me chest a throw, > A man among the best of men. Glad eyes was ever on the lurk, L N little earts was thumpin warm L For nippers trainin with the swarm To swat olé
Page 45
ABC Amber Sony Converter, http://www.processtext.com/abcsonylrf.html Kaiser Bill , or work @A toe-hold on the heathen Turk. D Fair dink, I loved the uniform! FI soused mine in the brine that day J When Tophet spilt, n in the roar P Of shells that split the sea n tore @Our boats to chips, we broke any HUp through the pelt of leaden spray, N N got our first real taste of war. >They shot me tunic all to rags; D Then in the perpendic lar spree J Me trousers wore off to the knee. The right-
Page 46
ABC Amber Sony Converter, http://www.processtext.com/abcsonylrf.html abouts of many bags HWas ground off in the dust n crags 4 A-sittin in Gallipoli. Of how with bomb and rifle they J Have put their mark for all to see @ Across rock-ribbed Gallipoli. J How are you doing? Hope all s well, N I in great nick, and like the work. LThough there may be a brimstone smell, @And other pungent hints of Hell, J Not Satan s self can make us shirk F Our task of hitting up the Turk. F You bet old Slacks is not half bad J He knows his business in a scrim. DHe gets cold steel, or we are glad @To stop him with a bullet, lad. H Or sling a bomb his hair to trim; R But, straight, we throw no mud at him. L He fights and falls, and comes again, P And knocks our charging lines about. NHe s game at heart, and tough in grain, And canters2 through the leaded rain, H Chock full of mettle -not a doubt L T will do us proud to put him out. L But that s our job; to see it through T We ve made our minds up, come what may, BThis noon we had our work to do. HThe shells were dropping two by two; H We fairly felt their bullets play B Among our hair for half a day. H One clipped my ear, a red-hot kiss, F Another beggar chipped my shin. BThey pass you with a vicious hiss LThat makes you duck; but, hit or miss, @ It isn t in the Sultan s skin L To shift Australia s cheerful grin. N My oath, old man, though we were prone B We didn t take it lying down. 2I got a dozen on my own DAll dread of killing now is flown; N It is the game, and, hard and brown, N We re wading in for freedom s crown. B Big guns are booming as I write, B A lad is singing Dolly Grey, JThe shells are skipping in the night, HAnd, square and all, I feeling right J For, whisper, Ned, the fellows say @ I did a ripping thing to-day. L Soon homeward tramping with the band, P All notched a bit, and with the prize :Of glory for our native land, FI ll see my little sweetheart stand X And smile, her smile, so sweet and wise N With proud tears shining in her eyes. L Geewhiz! What price your humble when F Triumphant from the last attack, @We face a Melbourne crowd again, @Tough, happy, battle-proven men, X And while the cheer-stormed heavens crack J I bring the tattered colors back!
Page 52
ABC Amber Sony Converter, http://www.processtext.com/abcsonylrf.html . . . >A mist is o er the written line L Whence martial ardor seems to flow; LA dull ache holds this heart of mine >Poor boy, he had a vision fine; P But grave dust clouds the royal glow; > He died in action weeks ago! DHe was my friend -I may not weep. H My soul goes out to Him who bled; FI pray for Christ s compassion deep @On mothers, lovers -all who keep @ The woeful vigil, having read B The joyous letters of the dead. BULLETS AsB bullets come to us they re thin, L They re angular, or smooth and fat, >Some spiral are, and gimlet in, P And some are sharp, and others flat. JThe slim one pink you clean and neat, B The flat ones bat a solid blow @Much as a camel throws his feet, DAnd leave you beastly incomplete. L If lucky you don t know it through. HThe flitting bullets flow and flock; : They twitter as they pass; DThey re picking at the solid rock, B They re rooting in the grass. 8A tiny ballet swiftly throws . Its gossamer of rust, DBrown fairies on their little toes 2 A-dancing in the dust. FYou cower down when first they come F With snaky whispers at your ear; HAnd when like swarming bees they hum P You know the tinkling chill of fear. JA whining thing will pluck your heel, J A whirring insect sting your shin; LYou shrink to half your size, and feel @The ripples o er your body sealH Tis terror walking in your skin! DThe bullets pelt like winter hail, : The whistle and they sigh, FThey shrill like cordage in a gale, 6 Like mewing kittens cry; LThey hiss and spit, they purring come; 2 Or, silent all a span, BThey rap, as on a slackened drum, 8 The dab that kills a man. NRage takes you next. All hot your face F The bitter void, and curses leap VFrom pincered teeth. The wide, still space P Whence all these leaden devil s sweep FIs Tophet. Fiends by day and night J Are groping for your heart to sate >In blood their diabolic spite. 6You shoot in idiot delight, H Each winging slug a hymn of hate. DThe futile bullets scratch and go, : They chortle and the coo.
Page 53
ABC Amber Sony Converter, http://www.processtext.com/abcsonylrf.html @I laugh my scorn, for now I know : The thing they cannot do. BThey flit like midges in the sun, 4 But howso thick they be FWhat matter, since there is not one < That God has marked for me! 2An Eastern old philosophy T Come home at length and passion stills@The thing will be that is to be, L And all must come as Heaven wills. DWhere in the swelter and the flame L The new, hot, shining bullets drip; 6One in the many has an aim, 6Inwove a visage and a nameJ No man may give his fate the slip! HThe bullets thrill along the breeze, 6 They drum upon the bags, TThey tweak your ear, your hair they tease, B And peck your sleeve to rags. >Their voices may no more annoy4 I chortle at the call: @The bullet that is mine, my boy, 6 I shall not hear at all! :The war s a flutter very like N The tickets that we took from Tatt. DQuite possibly I ll make a strike; J The odds are all opposed to that. >Behind the dawn the Furies sway J The mighty globe from which to get LThose bullets which throughout the day DWill winners be to break or slay. D I have not struck a starter yet @The busy bullets rise and flock; : They whistle as they pass; FThey re chipping at the solid rock, D They re skipping in the grass. @Out there the tiny dancers throw < Their sober skirts of rust, DBrown flitting figures tipping toe 2 Along the golden dust. UNREDEEMED. I saw@ the Christ down from His cross, J A tragic man lean-limbed and tall, JBut weighed with suffering and loss. B His back was to a broken wall, >And out upon the tameless world L Was fixed His gaze His piercing eye @Beheld the towns to ruin hurled, L And saw the storm of death pass by. JTwo thousand years it was since first @ He offered to the race of men >His sovran boon, As one accurst L They nailed Him to the jibbet then, RAnd while they mocked Him for their mirth N He smiled, and from the hill of pain BTo all the hating tribes of earth L Held forth His wondrous gift again. FTo-day the thorns were on His brow, J His grief was deeper than before.
Page 54
ABC Amber Sony Converter, http://www.processtext.com/abcsonylrf.html >From ravaged field and city now L Arose the screams and reek of war. RThe black smoke parted. Through the rift N God s sun fell on the b1oody lands. RChrist wept, for still His priceless gift H He held within His wounded hands. He< rode along one splendid noon, V When all the hills were lit with Spring, RAnd through the bushland throbbed a croon D Of every living, hopeful thing. @Between his teeth a rose he bore L As white as milk, and passing there DHe tossed it with a laugh. I wore > It as it fell among my hair. >No day a-drip with golden rain, L No heat with drench of wattle scent >Can touch the heart of me again V But with that young, sweet wonder blent. 0We wed upon a gusty day, J When baffled fury whipped the sea; DAnd now I love the swift, wet play B Of wind and rain besetting me. My babe was born a boy. He had T His father s eyes, his smile, his hair, HAnd, oh, my soul was brimming glad R It seemed his father s self was there! DBut now came one who bade me still @ In holy Heaven put my trust. JThey d laid my love beneath the hill, T And sealed his eyes with timeless dust. DAgainst my breast the babe I drew, X With strength from him to stay my fears. PI fought my fight the long days through; L He laughed and dabbled in my tears. FFrom my poor heart, at which it fed L With tiger teeth, I thrust despair, HAnd faced a world with shadow spread < And only echoes in the air. DThe winter waned. One eve I went, < Led by a kindly hand to see FIn moving scenes the churches rent, J The tumbled hill, the blasted lee. @Of soldiers resting by the road, P Who smoked and drowsed, a muddy rout, JOne sprang alert, and forward strode, D With eager eyes to seek us out. DHis fingers held a rose. He threw P The flower, and waved his cap. In me
Page 55
ABC Amber Sony Converter, http://www.processtext.com/abcsonylrf.html 6A frenzy of assurance grew, HFor, O dear God, twas he! twas he! >I called aloud. Aloft my child D I held, and nearer yet he came; DAnd when he understood and smiled, H My baby lisped his father s name. HThey say I fell like something dead, H But when I woke to morning s glow 8My boy sat by me on the bed, D And in his hand a rose of snow! $Thé LIVING PICTURE Late Midshipman John Travers (Chester), aged 16 years. He was mortally wounded early in the action, yet he remained alone in a most exposed post awaiting orders, with his gun s crew dead all round him. We: told old stories one by one, V Brave tales of men who toyed with death, >Of wondrous deeds of valor done < In days of bold Elizabeth. F Alas! our British stock, said we, @ Is not now what it used to be. HWe read of Drake s great sailors, or F Of fighting men that Nelson led, JWho steered the walls of oak to war. V These were our finest souls, we said. B Their fame is on the ocean writ, DNor time, nor storm may cancel it. : The mariners of England then N Wčré lords of battle and of breeze. BThe were, indeed the wondrous men J Who won for us the shoreless seas, FWho took old Neptune s ruling brand >And set it in Britannia s hand. R But now, we sighed, the blood is pale, J We re little people of the street, NAnd dare not front the shrilling gale. D The sons of England are effete, DOf shorter limb and smaller mould, @Mere pigmies by the men of old. DThen came the vibrant bugle note. D None cowered at the high alarm, HThe steady fleets were still afloat, H And England saw her soldiers arm, >And readily, with sober grace. JThe close-set ranks swung into place. FOn sea and shore they fought again, F And storied heroes came to life, FOnce more were added to the slain. N Once more found glory in the strife; 8Again her yeoman sons arose; FA wall tween Britain and her foes. DThe eager lads, with laughing lips L And souls elate, where oceans roar, JOr planes the eagle s flight eclipse, L Give all for her, and come no more; HOr where death thunders down the sky DBeside their silent guns they lie; DThis boy who, while the iron rains J With seething riot whip the flood, HFights on, till in his heart remains
Page 56
ABC Amber Sony Converter, http://www.processtext.com/abcsonylrf.html F No single drop of English blood, BAvers the British strain sublime, BOutliving Death, outlasting Time! (Thé IMMORTAL STRAIN. Thé UNBORN I see6 grim War, a bestial thing, : with swinish tusks to tear; BUpon his back the vampires cling, H Thin vipers twine among his hair, BThe tiger s greed is in his jowl, H His eye is red with bloody tears, @And every obscene beast and fowl J From out his leprous visage leers. FIn glowing pride fell fiends arise, FAnd, trampled, God the Father lies. Contorted to the shape of pain, L Dissolving neath the callous suns, >And driven in his foetid breath DStill ply the harvesters of Death. @He sits astride an engine dread, D And at his touch the awful ball BAcross the quaking world is sped, F I see a million creatures fall. @Beyond the soldiers on the hill, < The mother by her basinet. BThe bolt its mission must fulfil, H And in the years that are not yet :Creation by the blow is shorn BOf dimpled hosts of babes unborn! Thé COMMON MEN. ThéH great men framed the fierce decrees > Embroiling State with State; JThey bit their thumbs across the seas , In diplomatic hate; LThey lit the pyre whose glare and heat < Make Hell itself seem cold; NThe flames bloomed red above the wheat, RTheir wild profusion wreathed the streetBThen in the smoke and fiery sleet 8 The common men took hold. DWhere Babel was with Bedlam freed, B And wide the gates were flung; @To chaos, while the anarch breed @ In all the world gave tongue, In blood and pain -the open way . To keep for Liberty. Contending in the shattered sky ( In empyrean wars, But; blind and reeling, plan 8Another blow, a final thrust @To subjugate the tyrant s lust. JSo, bleeding, blundering in the dust, 2 Men fight and die for man . "Thé CHURCH BELLS. < The Viennese authorities have melted down the great bell in St. Stephen s to supply metal for guns or muntions. Every poor village has made a similar gift. Lokal Anzeiger . ThéD great bell booms across the town, 0 Reverberant and slow, FAnd drifting from their houses down 8 The calm-eyed people go. HTheir feet fall on the portal stones > Their fathers fathers trod; PAnd still the bell, with reverent tones, JFrom cottage nooks and purple thrones 6 Is calling souls to God. BThe chapel bells with ardor spake 4 Above the poplars tall, JAnd perfumed Sabbath seemed to wake. 6 Responsive to their call HFrom dappled vale and green hillside : And nestling village hives BThe peasants came in simple pride BTo hear how their Lord Jesus died < To sweeten all their lives. . . . FThey boom beyond the battered town; @ The hills are belching smoke; HAnd valleys charred and ranges brown D Are quaking neath the stroke.
Page 58
ABC Amber Sony Converter, http://www.processtext.com/abcsonylrf.html >The iron roar to Heaven swells, > And domes and steeples nod; FThrough cities vast and ferny dells JAnd village streets the clamant bells 8 Are calling souls to God! *Thé YOUNG LIEUTENANT. Thé young lieutenant s face was grey. As came the day. The watchers saw it lifting white And ghostlike from the pool of night. His eyes were wide and strangely lit. Each thought in that unhallowed pit: I, too, may seem like one who dies With wide, set eyes. LHe stood so still we thought it death, ,For through the breath FOf reeking shell we came, and fire, FTo hell, unlit, of blood and mire. 6Tianced in a chill delirium LWe wondered, though our lips were dumb NWhat precious thing his fingers pressed &Against his breast. DHis left hand clutched so lovingly *What none might see. FAll bloodless were his lips beneath TThe straight, white, rigid clip of teeth. HHis eyes turned to the distance dim; HOur sleepless eyes were all on him. JHe stirred; we aped a phantom cheer. $The hour was here! HThe young lieutenant blew his call. $ God keep us all! BHe whispered softly. Out he led; DAnd over the vale of twisted dead, PClose holding that dear thing, he went. LOn through the storm we followed, bent 8To pelt of iron and the rain $Of flame and pain. FHis wan face like a lodestar glowed *Down that black road, BAnd deep among the torn and slain @We drove, and twenty times again LHe squared us to the charging hordes. HHis word was like a hundred swords. JAnd still a hand the treasure pressed &Against his breast. LOur gain we held. Up flamed the sun. & The ridge is won, BHe calmly said, and, with a sigh, D Thank God, a man is free to die! JHe smiled at this, and so he passed. BHis secret prize we knew at last, JFor through his hand the jewel s red, &Fierce lustre bled. Thé ONE AT HOME. Don< told me that he loved me dear L Where down the range Whioola pours; JAnd when I laughed and would not hear H He flung away to fight the wars. BHe flung away -how should he know BMy foolish heart was dancin so? FHow should he know that at his word
Page 59
ABC Amber Sony Converter, http://www.processtext.com/abcsonylrf.html BMy soul was trillin like a bird? BHe went out in the cannon smoke. D He did not seek to ask me why. DAgain each day my poor heart broke F To see the careless post go by. @I cared not for their Emperors DFor me there was this in the wars; JMy brown boy in the shell-clouds dim, All blinded by the solar spark, @And leaderless in lands forlorn, RCome stumbling through the mists of morn; > And foes in close formation, DWith taloned fingers dripping red, FBestrew the sodden world with dead. @The Hapless Army bears no sword; 6 Fell destiny fulfilling, DIt marches where the murder horde, >Amid the fair new urge of life, PWith poison stream, and shot, and knife, : Make carnival of killing. >No war above black Hell s abyss BKnows evil grim and foul as this. @In pallid hillocks lie the slain 8 The callous heaven under; @Like twisted hieroglyphs of pain JThey fleck earth to oblivion s brink, >As far as human mind may think, 8 Accusing God with thunder POf dreadful silence. Nought it serves HFate ever calls the doomed reserves! >Still with Death s own monotony : The innocents are falling, DLike dead leaves in a forest dree; JAnd still the conscript armies come. FNo banners theirs, no beat of drum, 8 No merry bugles calling! >Mad ally in the Slayers train, HMan slaps and sorrows for the slain! Thé HAPLESS ARMY
Page 60
ABC Amber Sony Converter, http://www.processtext.com/abcsonylrf.html
Thé END •End of the Project Gutenberg EBook of Hello, Soldier! *** End of this project gutenberg EBOOK Hello , soldier , by Edward Dyson
Page 61
ABC Amber Sony Converter, http://www.processtext.com/abcsonylrf.html ! *** x***** This file should be named 16904.txt or 16904.zip ***** †This and all associated files of various formats will be found in: httpF://www.gutenberg.org/1/6/9/0/16904/ 6Produced by Peter O Connell ˘Updated editions will replace the previous one -the old editions will be renamed. B Creating the works from public domain print editions means that no one owns a United States copyright in these works, so the Foundation (and you!) can copy and distribute it in the United States without permission and without paying copyright royalties. Special rules, set forth in the General Terms of Use part of this license, apply to copying and distributing Project Gutenberg-tm electronic works to protect the project gutenbergŠ -tm concept and trademark. Project Gutenberg is a registered trademark, and may not be used if you charge for the eBooks, unless you receive specific permission. If you do not charge anything for copies of this eBook, complying with the rules is very easy. You may use this eBook for nearly any purpose such as creation of derivative works, reports, performances and research. They may be modified and printed and given away -you may do practically anythingě with public domain eBooks. Redistribution is subject to the trademark license, especially commercial redistribution. *** Start : Full license *** Thé full project gutenberg license
Page 62
ABC Amber Sony Converter, http://www.processtext.com/abcsonylrf.html please read this
Page 63
ABC Amber Sony Converter, http://www.processtext.com/abcsonylrf.html before you distribute or use this work š To protect the Project Gutenberg-tm mission of promoting the free distribution of electronic works, by using or distributing this work (or any other work associated in any way with the phrase Project Gutenberg"), you agree to comply with all the terms of the Full Project Gutenberg-tm License (available with this file or online at http4://gutenberg.net/license). ˛Section 1. General Terms of Use and Redistributing Project Gutenberg-tm electronic works V 1.A. By reading or using any part of this Project Gutenberg-tm electronic work, you indicate that you have read, understand, agree to and accept all the terms of this license and intellectual property (trademark/copyright) agreement. If you do not agree to abide by all the terms of this agreement, you must cease using and return or destroy all copies of Project Gutenberg-tm electronic works in your possession. If you paid a fee for obtaining a copy of or access to a Project Gutenberg-tm electronic work and you do not agree to be bound by the terms of this agreement, you may obtain a refund from the person or entity to whom you paid the fee as set forth in paragraph 1.E.8. ˘ 1.B. Project Gutenberg is a registered trademark. It may only be used on or associated in any way with an electronic work by people who agree to be bound by the terms of this agreement. There are a few things that you can do with most Project Gutenberg-tm electronic works even without complying with the full terms of this agreement. See paragraph 1.C below. There are a lot of things you can do with Project Gutenberg-tm electronic works if you follow the terms of this agreement and help preserve free future access to Project Gutenberg-tm electronic works. See paragraph 1.E below. š1.C. The Project Gutenberg Literary Archive Foundation ("the Foundation or pglaf” ), owns a compilation copyright in the collection of Project Gutenberg-tm electronic works. Nearly all the individual works in the collection are in the public domain in the United States. If an individual work is in the public domain in the United States and you are located in the United States, we do not claim a right to prevent you from copying, distributing, performing, displaying or creating derivative works based on the work as long as all references to Project Gutenberg are removed. Of course, we hope that you will support the Project Gutenberg-tm mission of promoting free access to electronic works by freely sharing Project Gutenberg-tm works in compliance with the terms of this agreement for keeping the Project Gutenberg-tm name associated with the work. You can easily comply with the terms of this agreement by keeping this work in the same format with its attached full Project Gutenberg-tm License when you share it without charge with others. l 1.D. The copyright laws of the place where you are located also govern what you can do with this work. Copyright laws in most countries are in a constant state of change. If you are outside the United States, check the laws of your country in addition to the terms of this agreement before downloading, copying, displaying, performing, distributing or creating derivative works based on this work or any other Project Gutenberg-tm work. The Foundation makes no representations concerning the copyright status of any work in any country outside the United States. †1.E. Unless you have removed all references to Project Gutenberg: ř 1.E.1. The following sentence, with active links to, or other immediate access to, the full Project Gutenberg-tm License must appear prominently whenever any copy of a Project Gutenberg-tm work (any work on which the phrase Project Gutenberg appears, or with which the phrase Project Gutenberg is associated) is accessed, displayed, performed, viewed, copied or distributed: đ This eBook is for the use of anyone anywhere at no cost and with almost no restrictions whatsoever. You may copy it, give it away or re-use it under the terms of the Project Gutenberg License included with this eBook or online at www.gutenberg.net
Page 64
ABC Amber Sony Converter, http://www.processtext.com/abcsonylrf.html 1.E.2. If an individual Project Gutenberg-tm electronic work is derived from the public domain (does not contain a notice indicating that it is posted with permission of the copyright holder), the work can be copied and distributed to anyone in the United States without paying any fees or charges. If you are redistributing or providing access to a work with the phrase Project Gutenberg associated with or appearing on the work, you must comply either with the requirements of paragraphs 1.E.1 through 1.E.7 or obtain permission for the use of the work and the Project Gutenberg-tm trademark as set forth in paragraphs 1.E.8 or 1.E.9. P 1.E.3. If an individual Project Gutenberg-tm electronic work is posted with the permission of the copyright holder, your use and distribution must comply with both paragraphs 1.E.1 through 1.E.7 and any additional terms imposed by the copyright holder. Additional terms will be linked to the Project Gutenberg-tm License for all works posted with the permission of the copyright holder found at the beginning of this work. ’ 1.E.4. Do not unlink or detach or remove the full Project Gutenberg-tm License terms from this work, or any files containing a part of this work or any other work associated with Project Gutenberg-tm. D 1.E.5. Do not copy, display, perform, distribute or redistribute this electronic work, or any part of this electronic work, without prominently displaying the sentence set forth in paragraph 1.E.1 with active links or immediate access to the full terms of the Project Gutenberg-tm License. Ö 1.E.6. You may convert to and distribute this work in any binary, compressed, marked up, nonproprietary or proprietary form, including any word processing or hypertext form. However, if you provide access to or distribute copies of a Project Gutenberg-tm work in a format other than Plain Vanilla ASCII or other format used in the official version posted on the official Project Gutenberg-tm web site (www.gutenberg.net), you must, at no additional cost, fee or expense to the user, provide a copy, a means of exporting a copy, or a means of obtaining a copy upon request, of the work in its original Plain Vanilla ASCII or other form. Any alternate format must include the full Project Gutenberg-tm License as specified in paragraph 1.E.1. f 1.E.7. Do not charge a fee for access to, viewing, displaying, performing, copying or distributing any Project Gutenberg-tm works unless you comply with paragraph 1.E.8 or 1.E.9. 1.E.8. You may charge a reasonable fee for copies of or providing access to or distributing Project Gutenberg-tm electronic works provided that †- You pay a royalty fee of 20% of the gross profits you derive from Ś the use of Project Gutenberg-tm works calculated using the method you already use to calculate your applicable taxes. The fee is owed to the owner of the Project Gutenberg-tm trademark, but he ~ has agreed to donate royalties under this paragraph to the Š Project Gutenberg Literary Archive Foundation. Royalty payments ‚ must be paid within 60 days following each date on which you † prepare (or are legally required to prepare) your periodic tax returns. Royalty payments should be clearly marked as such and Š sent to the Project Gutenberg Literary Archive Foundation at the address specified in Section 4, Information about donations to p the Project Gutenberg Literary Archive Foundation. - You provide a full refund of any money paid by a user who notifies Ś you in writing (or by e-mail) within 30 days of receipt that s/he ‚ does not agree to the terms of the full Project Gutenberg-tm p License. You must require such a user to return or † destroy all copies of the works possessed in a physical medium ‚ and discontinue all use of and all access to other copies of @ Project Gutenberg-tm works. Ž- You provide, in accordance with paragraph 1.F.3, a full refund of any money paid for a work or a replacement copy, if a defect in the Š electronic work is discovered and reported to you within 90 days 8 of receipt of the work.
Page 65
ABC Amber Sony Converter, http://www.processtext.com/abcsonylrf.html x- You comply with all other terms of this agreement for free ` distribution of Project Gutenberg-tm works. 1.E.9. If you wish to charge a fee or distribute a Project Gutenberg-tm electronic work or group of works on different terms than are set forth in this agreement, you must obtain permission in writing from both the Project Gutenberg Literary Archive Foundation and Michael Hart, the owner of the Project Gutenberg-tm trademark. Contact the Foundation as set forth in Section 3 below. 1.F. Ô 1.F.1. Project Gutenberg volunteers and employees expend considerable effort to identify, do copyright research on, transcribe and proofread public domain works in creating the Project Gutenberg-tm collection. Despite these efforts, Project Gutenberg-tm electronic works, and the medium on which they may be stored, may contain Defects, such as, but not limited to, incomplete, inaccurate or corrupt data, transcription errors, a copyright or other intellectual property infringement, a defective or damaged disk or other medium, a computer virus, or computer codes that damage or cannot be read by your equipment. 1.F.2. Limited warranty , disclaimer of damagesŇ Except for the Right of Replacement or Refund described in paragraph 1.F.3, the Project Gutenberg Literary Archive Foundation, the owner of the Project Gutenberg-tm trademark, and any other party distributing a Project Gutenberg-tm electronic work under this agreement, disclaim all liability to you for damages, costs and expenses, including legal fees. You agree that you have no Remedies for negligence ,
Page 66
ABC Amber Sony Converter, http://www.processtext.com/abcsonylrf.html strict liability ,
Page 67
ABC Amber Sony Converter, http://www.processtext.com/abcsonylrf.html breach of warranty or
Page 68
ABC Amber Sony Converter, http://www.processtext.com/abcsonylrf.html breach of contract
Page 69
ABC Amber Sony Converter, http://www.processtext.com/abcsonylrf.html except those
provided
in
paragraph
Page 70
ABC Amber Sony Converter, http://www.processtext.com/abcsonylrf.html F3. You agree that owner , and under this
Thé foundation , Thé any distributor agreement will not
trademark be
Page 71
ABC Amber Sony Converter, http://www.processtext.com/abcsonylrf.html liable to you for
Page 72
ABC Amber Sony Converter, http://www.processtext.com/abcsonylrf.html actual ,
Page 73
ABC Amber Sony Converter, http://www.processtext.com/abcsonylrf.html Direct , indirect , consequential , even if you give punitive or incidental damages
Page 74
ABC Amber Sony Converter, http://www.processtext.com/abcsonylrf.html notice of Thé possibility of such
Page 75
ABC Amber Sony Converter, http://www.processtext.com/abcsonylrf.html damage . 1.F.3. Limited right of replacement
or
Page 76
ABC Amber Sony Converter, http://www.processtext.com/abcsonylrf.html refundî If you discover a defect in this electronic work within 90 days of receiving it, you can receive a refund of the money (if any) you paid for it by sending a written explanation to the person you received the work from. If you received the work on a physical medium, you must return the medium with your written explanation. The person or entity that provided you with the defective work may elect to provide a replacement copy in lieu of a refund. If you received the work electronically, the person or entity providing it to you may choose to give you a second opportunity to receive the work electronically in lieu of a refund. If the second copy is also defective, you may demand a refund in writing without further opportunities to fix the problem. ô1.F.4. Except for the limited right of replacement or refund set forth in paragraph 1.F.3, this work is provided to you as - is with no other warranties of any kind , Express or implied , including but not limited to warranties of" MERCHANTIBILITY or fitness for any purpose . Ě 1.F.5. Some states do not allow disclaimers of certain implied warranties or the exclusion or limitation of certain types of damages. If any disclaimer or limitation set forth in this agreement violates the law of the state applicable to this agreement, the agreement shall be interpreted to make the maximum disclaimer or limitation permitted by the applicable state law. The invalidity or unenforceability of any provision of this agreement shall not void the remaining provisions. 1.F.6. IndemnityF You agree to indemnify and hold the Foundation, the trademark owner, any agent or employee of the Foundation, anyone providing copies of Project Gutenberg-tm electronic works in accordance with this agreement, and any volunteers associated with the production, promotion and distribution of Project Gutenberg-tm electronic works, harmless from all liability, costs and expenses, including legal fees, that arise directly or indirectly from any of the following which you do or cause to occur: (a) distribution of this or any Project Gutenberg-tm work, (b) alteration, modification, or additions or deletions to any Project Gutenberg-tm work, and (c) any Defect you cause. ‚Section 2. Information about the Mission of Project Gutenberg-tm X Project Gutenberg-tm is synonymous with the free distribution of electronic works in formats readable by the widest variety of computers including obsolete, old, middle-aged and new computers. It exists because of the efforts of hundreds of volunteers and donations from people in all walks of life. ‚ Volunteers and financial support to provide volunteers with the assistance they need, is critical to reaching Project Gutenberg-tm s goals and ensuring that the Project Gutenberg-tm collection will remain freely available for generations to come. In 2001, the Project Gutenberg Literary Archive Foundation was created to provide a secure and permanent future for Project Gutenberg-tm and future generations. To learn more about the Project Gutenberg Literary Archive Foundation and how your efforts and donations can help, see Sections 3 and 4 and the Foundation web page at http"://www.pglaf.org. žSection 3. Information about the Project Gutenberg Literary Archive Foundation Ô The Project Gutenberg Literary Archive Foundation is a non profit 501(c)(3) educational corporation organized under the laws of the state of Mississippi and granted tax exempt status by the Internal Revenue Service. The Foundation s ein° or federal tax identification number is 64-6221541. Its 501(c)(3) letter is posted at httpr ://pglaf.org/fundraising. Contributions to the Project Gutenberg Literary Archive Foundation are tax deductible to the full extent permitted by U.S. federal laws and your state s laws. šThe Foundation s principal office is located at 4557 Melan Dr. S. Fairbanks, Ak@ , 99712., but its volunteers and employees are scattered throughout numerous locations. Its business office is located at 809 North 1500 West,
Page 77
ABC Amber Sony Converter, http://www.processtext.com/abcsonylrf.html Salt Lake City, utR 84116, (801) 596-1887, email business@pglaf.org. Email contact links and up to date contact information can be found at the Foundation s web site and official page at http ://pglaf.org HFor additional contact information: 2 Dr. Gregory B. Newby B Chief Executive and Director , gbnewby@pglaf.org €Section 4. Information about Donations to the Project Gutenberg 6Literary Archive Foundation P Project Gutenberg-tm depends upon and cannot survive without wide spread public support and donations to carry out its mission of increasing the number of public domain and licensed works that can be freely distributed in machine readable form accessible by the widest array of equipment including outdated equipment. Many small donations ($1 to $5,000) are particularly important to maintaining tax exempt status with the Irs . The Foundation is committed to complying with the laws regulating charities and charitable donations in all 50 states of the United States. Compliance requirements are not uniform and it takes a considerable effort, much paperwork and many fees to meet and keep up with these requirements. We do not solicit donations in locations where we have not received written confirmation of compliance. To send donationsŚ or determine the status of compliance for any particular state visit http ://pglaf.org ę While we cannot and do not solicit contributions from states where we have not met the solicitation requirements, we know of no prohibition against accepting unsolicited donations from donors in such states who approach us with offers to donate. ’ International donations are gratefully accepted, but we cannot make any statements concerning tax treatment of donations received from outside the United States. U.S. laws alone swamp our small staff. Ú Please check the Project Gutenberg Web pages for current donation methods and addresses. Donations are accepted in a number of other ways including including checks, online payments and credit card donations. To donate, please visit: http&://pglaf.org/donate Section 5. General Information About Project Gutenberg-tm electronic works. ( Professor Michael S. Hart is the originator of the Project Gutenberg-tm concept of a library of electronic works that could be freely shared with anyone. For thirty years, he produced and distributed Project Gutenberg-tm eBooks with only a loose network of volunteer support. Project Gutenberg-tm eBooks are often created from several printed editions, all of which are confirmed as Public Domain in the U.S. unless a copyright notice is included. Thus, we do not necessarily keep eBooks in compliance with any particular paper edition. ’Most people start at our Web site which has the main PG search facility: http(://www.gutenberg.net This Web site includes information about Project Gutenberg-tm, including how to make donations to the Project Gutenberg Literary Archive Foundation, how to help produce our new eBooks, and how to subscribe to our email newsletter to hear about new eBooks.
Page 78