THE THREE-DECKER
Full thirty foot she towered from waterline to rail,
AN AMERICAN
If the Led Striker call it a strike,
THE “MARY GLOSTER”
I've paid for your sickest fancies; I've humoured your crackedest whim,
SESTINA OF THE TRAMP-ROYAL
Speakin' in general, I 'ave tried 'em all,
BARRACK-ROOM BALLADS
“BACK TO THE ARMY AGAIN”
I'm 'ere in a ticky ulster an' a broken billycock 'at,
“BIRDS OF PREY” MARCH
March! The mud is cakin' good about our trousies,
“SOLDIER AN' SAILOR TOO”
As I was spitting into the Ditch aboard o' the Crocodile,
SAPPERS
When the Waters were dried an' the Earth did appear,
THAT DAY
It got beyond all orders an' it got beyond all 'ope,