TO OUR SOLDIERS
... Soldiers! Brothers! Chosenchampions c Of the Empire's righteons erase! r Yon who bear the flag of Britain, n Wield the sword that Britsin draws! Not for you the bells are pealing, r Ringing in another year; t Not for you the hopeful comfort p Of the reeting which they bear. From the bristling hills before you, h Thro' the hissing and the roar 7 Of the bullet-and the shrapnel, a Comes the ...