TO WOLCOTT BALESTIER
Beyond the path of the outmost sun through utter darkness hurled --


BARRACK-ROOM BALLADS


To T. A.
I have made for you a song,

DANNY DEEVER
"What are the bugles blowin' for?" said Files-on-Parade.

TOMMY
I went into a public-'ouse to get a pint o' beer,

"FUZZY-WUZZY"
We've fought with many men acrost the seas,

SOLDIER, SOLDIER
"Soldier, soldier come from the wars,

SCREW-GUNS
Smokin' my pipe on the mountings, sniffin' the mornin' cool,

CELLS
I've a head like a concertina: I've a tongue like a button-stick: