  BY William Blackwood and Sons TO THEY watch us leaving harbour for the greatest game of all, And wonder if we're coming back across the greedy sea; They never know the fighting thrill or high adventure's call— I rather think the women folk are better men than we. But I suspect they say of us as out to sea we go, In all our panoply of pride from Orkney to the Nore: "It keeps them quiet, we suppose—they like the work, we know— And soon perhaps they'll tire and play some safer game than War." |
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