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COME, YE MEN OF BRITAIN.

List to the rousing trumpet call
That sounds o'er land and sea,
Take up the sword of justice,
Awake, and follow me;
Out to the trenches in Flanders,
Out o'er the deep blue sea,
Or far away in the Dardanelles –
Come, fight the foe with me.

Refrain:

Come, come, ye men of Britain,
In the hour of your country's need,
And show that the sons of Britain
Are still of the bulldog breed.

List to the voice of your comrade
Who worked with you side by side,
Who at the first loud trumpet call
Fought well at Mons, and died,
Death comes, why not with glory,
In the our of your country's need?
It is your proud inheritance
For your country's cause to bleed.

List to the call of justice
That comes from razed Louvain,
There died the flower of our Army,
Waging a well-fought fight
For King and Home and Motherland,
For Justice, Freedom and Right.

Ammanford. O. MADDEN.

 




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LETTERS FROM THE FRONT.

A CALL.

 

To the Editor, Amman Valley Chronicle
Somewhere in France,
October 12 th , 1915.

Sir, —On reading through your weekly paper, namely the Amman Valley Chronicle (which I have sent me every week) I came across a very good and sacred song that gives the composer great credit; but I think the same composer would get far more praise if he was to put his words into practice and he

himself : —

“List to the rousing trumpet call
That sounds o'er land and sea;
Take up the sword of justice,
Awake, and follow me
Out to the trenches in Flanders,
Out o'er the deep blue sea,
Or far away in the Dardanelles;
Come, fight the foe with me.”

The above comment is not written with any malice, but with a true patriotic spirit; and I sincerely trust that within a short period I shall see a little bit in your splendid paper bearing his name underneath and running something like this : —

AND THEY OBEYED THAT CALL.

“At last! At last! I have awoke
And heard that trumpet call;
My comrades in the firing line
I'll help before they fall.
I've heard the voice of the wounded
As they lay there in awful pain;
So God give me help and the courage
To take part in the victory we'll gain.”

Someone in France.

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