The Guards Came Through and other Poems

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THE GUARDS CAME THROUGH



Men of the Twenty-first,

Up by the Chalk Pit Wood,

Weak from our wounds and our thirst,

Wanting our sleep and our food

After a day and a night.

God! shall I ever forget?

Beaten and broke in the fight,

But sticking it, sticking it yet,

Trying to hold the line,

Fainting and spent and done;

Always the thud and the whine,

Always the yell of the Hun.

Northumberland, Lancaster, York,

Durham and Somerset,

Fighting alone, worn to the bone,

But sticking it, sticking it yet.

Never a message of hope,

Never a word of cheer,

Fronting Hill 70’s shell-swept slope,

With the dull, dead plain in our rear;

Always the shriek of the shell,

Always the roar of the burst,

Always the tortures of Hell,

As waiting and wincing we cursed

Our luck, the guns, and the Boche.

When our Corporal shouted “Stand to!”

And I hear some one cry, “Clear the front for the Guards!”-

And the Guards came through.

Our throats they were parched and hot,

But, Lord! if you’d heard the cheer,

Irish, Welsh and Scot,

Coldstream and Grenadier-

Two Brigades, if you please,

Dressing as straight as a hem.

We, we were down on our knees,

Praying for us and for them,

Praying with tear-wet cheek,

Praying with outstretched hand.

Lord! I could speak for a week,

But how could you understand?

How could your cheeks be wet?

Such feelin’s don’t come to you;

But how can me or my mates forget

How the Guards came through?

“Five yards left extend!”


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