And Anne of Austria cried In Fultah Fisher's boarding-house When Hans the mighty died. Thus slew they Hans the blue-eyed Dane, Bull-throated, bare of arm, But Anne of Austria looted first The maid Ultruda's charm-- The little silver crucifix That keeps a man from harm. [Illustration: 0162] THE FALL OF JOCK GILLESPIE |This fell when dinner-time was done-- 'Twixt the first an' the second rub-- That oor mon Jock cam' hame again To his rooms ahint the Club. An' syne he laughed, an' syne he sang, An' syne we thocht him fou, An' syne he trumped his partner's trick, An' garred his partner rue. -----Rudyard Kipling. Then up and spake an elder mon, That held the Spade its Ace-- "God save the lad! Whence comes the licht That wimples on his face?" An' Jock he sniggered, an' Jock he smiled, An' ower the card-brim wunk:-- "I'm a' too fresh fra' the stirrup-peg, May be that I am drunk." "There's whusky brewed in Galashiels, An' L. L. L. forbye; But never liquor lit the low That keeks fra' oot your eye. "There's a thrid o' hair on your dress-coat breast, Aboon the heart a wee?" "Oh! that is fra' the lang-haired Skye That slobbers ower me." "Oh! lang-haired Sky es are lovin' beasts, An' terrier dogs are fair, But never yet was terrier born, Wi' ell-lang gowden hair! "There's a smirch o' pouther on your breast, Below the left lappel?" "Oh! that is fra' my auld cigar, Whenas the stump-end fell." "Mon Jock, ye smoke the Trichi coarse, For ye are short o' cash, An' best Havannahs couldna leave Sae white an' pure an ash. "This nicht ye stopped a story braid, An' stopped it wi' a curse-- Last nicht ye told that tale yoursel, An' capped it wi' a worse! "Oh! we're no fou! Oh! we're no fou! But plainly we can ken Ye're failin', failin', fra' the band O' cantie single men!" An' it fell when _sirris_-shaws were sere, An' the nichts were lang and mirk, In braw new breeks, wi' a gowden ring, Oor Jockie gaed to the Kirk. ---Rudyard Kipling. SOLDIER, SOLDIER [Illustration: 9165] |Soldier, soldier come from the wars, Why don't you march with my true love?" "We're fresh from off the ship an' Vs maybe give the slip, An' you'd best go look for a new love." New love! True love! Best go look for a new love, The dead they cannot rise, an' you'd better dry your eyes, An' you'd best go look for a new love. "Soldier, soldier come from the wars, What did you see o' my true love?" "I seed him serve the Queen in a suit o' rifle- green, An' you'd best go look for a new love." "Soldier, soldier come from the wars, Did you see no more o' my true love?" "I seed 'im runnin' by when the shots begun to fly--