This historic book may have numerous typos and missing text. Purchasers can usually download a free scanned copy of the original book (without typos) from the publisher. Not indexed. Not illustrated. 1917 edition. Excerpt: ...and rolled and beat For war! MOBILIZATION IN BRITTANY 120 II Last night the men of this region were leaving. Now they are far. Rough and strong they are, proud and gay they are. So this is the way of war... The train was full and we all shouted as it pulled away. They sang an old war-song, they were ...
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This historic book may have numerous typos and missing text. Purchasers can usually download a free scanned copy of the original book (without typos) from the publisher. Not indexed. Not illustrated. 1917 edition. Excerpt: ...and rolled and beat For war! MOBILIZATION IN BRITTANY 120 II Last night the men of this region were leaving. Now they are far. Rough and strong they are, proud and gay they are. So this is the way of war... The train was full and we all shouted as it pulled away. They sang an old war-song, they were true to themselves, they were gay! We might have thought they were going for a holiday--Except for something in the air, Except for the weeping of the ruddy old women of Finistere. The younger women do not weep. They dream and stare. They seem to be walking in dreams. They seem not to know It is their homes, their happiness, vanishing so. (Every strong man between twenty and forty must go.) They sang an old war-song. I have heard it often in other days, But never before when War was walking the world's highways. They sang, they shouted, the Marseillaise! The train went and another has gone, but none, coming, has brought word. Though you may know, you, out in the world, we have not heard, We are not sure that the great battalions have stirred--Except for something, something in the air, Except for the weeping of the wild old women of Finistere. How long will the others dream and stare? The train went. The strong men of this region are all away, afar. Rough and strong they are, proud and gay they are. So this is the way of war... Grace Fallow Norton THE TOY BAND (A Song Of The Great Retreat) Dreary lay the long road, dreary lay the town, ' Lights out and never a glint o' moon: ' Weary lay the stragglers, half a thousand down, Sad sighed the weary big Dragoon. "Oh! if I'd a drum here to make them take the road again, Oh! if I'd a fife to wheedle, Come, boys, come! You that mean to fight it out, wake and take your load again, Fall in! Fall in!...
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