I must apologize for the size of this booklet, which can only be justified on the grounds that there is some demand for the contents as recitations. I hope presently to combine whatever is worth preserving in my three volumes of verse, so as to make a single collection.
Arthur Conan Doyle.
CONTENTS
| PAGE | |
|---|---|
| THE GUARDS CAME THROUGH | [9] |
| VICTRIX | [13] |
| THOSE OTHERS | [16] |
| HAIG IS MOVING | [20] |
| THE GUNS IN SUSSEX | [22] |
| YPRES | [26] |
| GROUSING | [37] |
| THE VOLUNTEER | [40] |
| THE NIGHT PATROL | [44] |
| THE WRECK ON LOCH MCGARRY | [47] |
| THE BIGOT | [55] |
| THE ATHABASCA TRAIL | [62] |
| RAGTIME! | [65] |
| CHRISTMAS IN WARTIME | [68] |
| LINDISFAIRE | [70] |
| A PARABLE | [75] |
| FATE | [76] |
THE GUARDS CAME THROUGH
Men of the Twenty-first,
Up by the Chalk Pit Wood,
Weak from our wounds and our thirst,
Wanting our sleep and our food
After a day and a night.