A Minstrel in France

Produced by Geoff Palmer
First 8th, Argyle and Sutherland Highlanders Killed in France, December 28, 1916
Oh, there's sometimes I am lonely And I'm weary a' the day To see the face and clasp the hand Of him who is away. The only one God gave me, My one and only joy, My life and love were centered on My one and only boy.
I saw him in his infant days Grow up from year to year, That he would some day be a man I never had a fear. His mother watched his every step, 'Twas our united joy To think that he might be one day My one and only boy.
When war broke out he buckled on His sword, and said, Good-bye. For I must do my duty, Dad; Tell Mother not to cry, Tell her that I'll come back again. What happiness and joy! But no, he died for Liberty, My one and only boy.
The days are long, the nights are drear, The anguish breaks my heart, But oh! I'm proud my one and only Laddie played his part. For God knows best, His will be done, His grace does me employ. I do believe I'll meet again My one and only boy.
by Harry Lauder
LIST OF ILLUSTRATIONS Harry Lauder and His Son, Captain John Lauder
I did not stop at sending out my recruiting band. I went out myself
'Carry On!' were the last words of my boy, Captain John Lauder, to his men, but he would mean them for me, too
Bang! Went Sixpence
Harry Lauder preserves the bonnet of his son, brought to him from where the lad fell, 'The memory of his boy, it is almost his religion.'—A tatter of plaid of the Black Watch. on a wire of a German entanglement barely suggests the hell the Scotch troops have gone through