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AR TH UR C O NAN D OYL E
AU T H O R OF
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S ON G S ow A C T ION ,
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S ON GS
O F TH E RO A D, E T C
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NEW Y O R!
G E O R GE H . D ORAN C O MP ANY
C O P Y R I GH T , 1 920,
BY G E O RG E E . D ORA N C O MP A N Y
P R IN T E D IN T H E U NI T E D ST A T ES OF AME RI CA
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P R E FAC E
b oo klet whic h c an o nl y b e j u s ti ed
,
o n the gr o un d th a t there i s s o me
W h a te ver i s w o r th pr e s er vin g in my
m a ke a s in gle c olle c ti on
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.
AR TH U R C O NA N D O YL E
CO N T E N T S
VI C T RI!
T H O S E O TH E R S
T H E G U A RD S C AME T H R OUGH
HA IG I S MOV ING
TH E G UN S IN SU SS E !
YP R E S
GR OU S ING
PR E V OL UN TEE R
'
TH E NI GH T P A T R OL
"
TH E ATH A B ASCA TR A IL
R A GT nuE ! .
C H R I S TM AS IN WA R T IME
LINDIS FA IR E
A P A R AB L E
Y
FA T E
VI CT R I!
13
14 T HE . GU A RDS C A M E T H ROU G H
A ll enb y
s lads of the cavalry screen ,
15
16 T H E GU A RD S C A M E T H R O U GH
When the days grew short and the poplars bare
In the cold November blast !
Athwart ou r
j oy still comes the thought
Of the dear dead boys whos e lives have bought
,
R i em a n, H ighlande r , Fusilier
Airman and S apper an d G renadier ,
ME N of th e Twenty -
rs t,
Wa nt in g ou r sl e ep and ou r food ,
18
T H E GU A RDS C A M E T H R OU G H
F r on tin
g
!
H ill 7 o s
!
shell swept s l ope
-
,
A lways th e tortures o f H e l l,
Wh en ou r C orporal shouted !
S tand t o !
And I hear some one cr y ,
!
C lear t he front
!
G uards
An d th e G uards cam e through .
,
20 T H E GU A RD S C A M E T H R OU G H
Irish Welsh and S cot
, ,
T wo B rigades i f , y ou pleas e ,
B ut h ow could y ou un derstand !
H ow could your cheeks be wet !
S uch f eel in
s
don t come to you !
B ut how can me or my mates forget ,
!
Five yards left extend ,
M an ! it was great to s ee !
M an ! it was gr eat to do !
It s a cot and a hospital ward for me
, ,
A UG U S T , 1 9 1 8
HAI G is moving !
Three plain words a re all that matter ,
H aig is moving !
We can turn from G erman scheming ,
H aig is moving !
22
T H E GU A RD S C A M E T H R O UG H 23
H aig is moving !
Al l the weary idle phrases ,
H ere s an end to thei r recital ,
H aig is moving !
H e is m ovin g, h e is gaini n g
S ome far -
o ff throbbing like a m u le d drum ,
24
TH E GU A RDS C A M E T H ROUG H 25
!
Better the misery o f thes e men s lo t
S pi rit of Justice ,
Thou for whom they ght
Ah turn in mercy to
,
ou r lads out there !
S E P TE M B E R, 1 9 1 5
P US H on ,
my Lord o f Wiirtem b er g across the ,
Flemish Fen !
S ee where the lure of Ypres calls y ou !
B lumer
s
weary men !
It s t rue they h e ld you
off be fore but v enture it
,
again !
C ome ,
t ry your luck , wha t ev e r fate be falls
you
, .
the enterpris e !
For surely
it s a weary whil e since rst b e fore
your e y e s
Tha t O ld B elfry ros e against th e s un s et .
o f commanders
T HE GU A RDS C AM E TH R O U GH 29
lances shine ,
i n the R us sian ,
30 T H E GU A RD S C A M E T H R O U GH
80 .
da y was don e
It was you m y Lord , of Wu r temb er g that r a n
,
.
dr e ar y,
When the G uard from Arras l e d y our e rc e
attacks ,
H as te ,
There s the open town before y ou . my
Lord and enter in
, ,
Then came the rain y win ter when the pric e was,
ever dearer ,
it clear e r .
mom en t passes ,
!
D on n e r we tte r !
!
cried your Lordship ,
!
D o n ne r
we tte r !
!
cried your men ,
Active G uards
, ,
R e serve men o f every corp s a n d
n ame
That t he bu gles o f the War Lord mus te r i n -
.
th e same !
P la y it how y ou would my Lord
, , y ou ne v e r won
th e game ,
A year ,
my Lord o f Wiirtem b er g -w
a ye a r ,
or
n early s o,
ought to kn ow ,
T H E GU A RD S C A M E T H R OU G H 35
I f you c a n not s tr a
f the B ritish s ince th
,
e y s tra f en
y ou so well ,
n ear ,
A n d it s th e s e ve n s e ve n th at d rop th e
h ook -
c an
p etrol shel l
On the shrines that p ious h a n ds ha ve l o ved to
r e ar !
A poe t s dream a wanderer s delight
, ,
For shame ,
my Lord of Wiirtem b er g ! Across
the Flemish Fen
S ee where the little army calls you .
It s j us t the
ol d familiar li ne of fty thousand
men ,
They v e be at you o n c e
or t wic e m y Lord but v en
, ,
tur e it again ,
UN C L E T O RY .
WH A T do th e so l di e rs sa y !
!
D am ! D am ! D am !
I do n t mind cold
,
I d on t min d he at
With Fritz I ll
a lways take my s pell ,
I s the j am ! !
Wh a t do e s the o f c e r say!
!
D am ! D am ! D am !
M ud and misery ies and st en c h , ,
B u t wha t I m e an b y Jov e
, , y ou see ,
37
38 T H E GU A RD S C A M E T H R O UG H
So ,
on the whole I d rather b e ,
W her e I am .
But ,
it s straight ahead ,
Lik e a ram .
!
Like a lamb .
THE VOLU N T E E R
( 1914 1 9 1 9 )
S i n ce rs t we followed the dr um .
39
40 T II E G U A RDS C A M E TH R OU G H
N o glory ours ,
no swank ,
no p ay ,
D iscipline ! My ! !
E yes right ! !
they cried ,
For we couldn t get out i f we would !
42 T H E GU A RD S C A M E T H ROU G H
C arry on ,
ol d S por t carr y
, on !
THE N I GH T PAT R OL
S E P T E M B E R , 1 9 18
B E H IND me o n th e darkened p i e r
They crowd and chatter m an and maid , .
T he r e where the in -
terned lantern gleams ,
43
44 T H E GU A RD S C A M E T H R OU G H
An d as I ga ze a t hwart th e h az e ,
I s ee the n ight p a tr o l go by .
T he coon
s ong whimpers to a wail ,
ON LO CH
46
THE GU A RD S C A M E T H R OU G H
A grim hard -
s ted son o f lucre ,
fashion
A wrinkle in his dressing gown -
C omplacent s el f
,
contained , sel f orbed
-
,
Mc Fa rl an e po n der e d on th e s t ocks ,
J ohn Waters on h is o wn p e rfec t io n ,
A nd Mr s h er complexio n
. Wild s on .
The worn -
out pla n ks ar e old a nd ro tten .
TH E GU A RD S C A M E T H ROU G H 49
, o er
.
Is crawling c rawling
,
to the thwarts !
And as t hey mark its upward lap ,
N ever never, ,
to dis s olve ,
!
O h, good Lord what , s ha l l we do !
T H E GU A RD S C A M E TH ROUGH 51
Ah it s coming !
,
Now she founders !
S ee the crazy W herry r e el !
D ownward to the rocks she o un d e r s ,
No w Mc Fa r l a n e n ever utters
B ut continually m utters
T exas from C yril o r T ertullian .
As to Ainslie he s not caring
H ow the new cut collar lies
-
,
Waters ,
wh o had never thought
In his li fe o f others needs
TH E T 53
And the lady ah the lady !
,
An d so shady
Now is brightened by a g rin .
An d my tiny p arable
M ay j us t help y ou to begi n it .
THE B IG OT
O ur k i n dl y cr ee d ensur e s us th is
T h at Turk a n d in del an d J e w
54
TH E GU A RD S C A M E T H R OUG H 55
And the child s welfare mani fest .
H ow philosophical an aim !
H ow wis e and well conceived a plan !
-
N ay sp e ak
,
no to f its tender grace ,
'
B ut s om ewhere ,
s ometime ,
would be spare d
TO nd s ome peace beyond th e tomb .
Or e ve r condescend to spare
The wretch wh o gave H im j us t o ffence !
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58 T HE GU A RD S C A M E T H ROU G H
0 G od of Love ! 0 H oly O ne !
0 B igotry , y ou crowning s in !
to th e day
to
o f Fa r away
-
,
that ar e to be ,
me .
laden air
in g woody v ale ,
THE GU ARDS C A M E T H R OU G H 61
water gate -
Th e habita n t , c ou r eu r -
d es bois
-
, and h ardy voy
a eu r
g
I ll dream again
of elds of grain that s t retch
from sky to sky
li fe sha l l fail
with p ack and pack e r on the Athabasca
I ll be ou t
T rail .
R A G T I ME !
! D
!
urin g the catastrophe the band of the
Titanic play e d negro melodies and ragtime until
!
the last moment when they broke int o a hymn
,
.
DAILY P AP ER !
, now !
C oo n ! !
true
64 T H E GU A RD S C A M E T H R O U GH
in g y ou can mend ,
,
boys ! E yes upon th e
score !
N ever h e e d the wavel e ts s obbin g down th e oor !
P lay it as you played it when with eager feet
A hundred pai r of dancers were stamping to the
bea t .
the bow !
On e hymn o f hop e from dyin g hands on dying
ears to fall
G entl y the m u sic fades awayand so, G od rest
us al l !
C H R I S T MA S I N WA R T I ME
1916
191 7
TH E L AST L AP
We v e n e v e r been
h e at at that s am e .
'
He b l u er
s a for all he i s worth ,
B ut he
s winded a n d done to th e cor e,
S o the last lap is h ere , with the tap e v er y n ear ,
An d a weary h e ar te d ma n was I
-
.
In L in d is f a ir e I walked my grounds ,
I h ad n t th e heart
to ride to hounds !
68
TH E GU A RD S C A M E T H R O UG H
s ti , ,
!
GO, ride him the knacker s yard !
to
He
ll fetch tw o pounds it may b e thre e !
,
!
M ast e r ,
s aid h e ,
!
my means are smal l ,
!
M ay G od do this and more to me
I f w e should ever part we three , ,
We ll share together to th e end !
You ll think I m playin g it
on y ou ,
I give my w o rd t h e thin g is tr ue !
I hadn t hardly m ade the v ow
H ere
!
are a thous and o f the best !
Luck s turned a bit with me o f late
That s all
. M y luck was turning to o !
.
A P AR AB L E
H I G H B RO W H O US E
-
was furnished w e ll
With many a goblet fair !
SO when they br o ught the H oly G rail ,
I ! N O W n ot how I kn ow
And y et I know .
And y et I g o .
L e t them blame !
P rais e or blame the fated p ath
,
Is the sam e .
Tipped i n am e .
Or is shed .
T H E GU A RD S C A M E T H RO U G H
S on of mine ,
Or incline
To s t rike harder as a ght e r ,
B ut if it b e thy will
That I try ,
Tak e m e to the gh t an d th en ,
O h, b e n igh !