LAYS OF • LOWLY LONDOXIM. SLACK SQUAD. Here they come, lumbering up, Staggering up the rail, Showing up only just
... Like rats caught in the trap. One of the Squad, his name unknown, His history a blank, Until that sunny afternoon When the Lusitania sank — Might have escaped, a swimmer strong, With ease he kept afloat; He snatched a babe from the greedy wave, And tucked ...