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C J Dennis - The Call
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Don`t yeh hear them callin, to yeh, callin` to yeh, lad?
   Where the skyline`s smeared an` grey with cannon smoke,
There`s a crowd o` chaps that knew yeh;
Don`t yeh hear them callin` to yeh -
   Mates o` yours with `oom yeh used to drink an` joke?
An` they trust yeh, lad; they trust yeh for the friendship that yeh had.
   Don`t yeh bear them callin`,
Callin` to yeh, lad?


Can`t you see them beck`nin` to yeh, beck`nin` to yeh, boy ?
   There`s a pal o` yours that fell at Sari Bair;
An` yeh cheered `im when yeh parted,
An` yeh felt a bit down-`earted;
   Now `e`s passed the game to you, to do yer share.
Oh, the job is reel dead earnest, an` a gun is not a toy;
   Can`t yeh see them beck`nin`,
Beck`nin` to yeh, boy?


Don`t yeh know they`re waitin` for yeh, waltin` for yeh, mate,
   Hopin`, prayin` that their countrymen are game;
All that brave an` battlin` crowd of
Men that In yer `eart yer proud of -
   Mates o` yours that `elped to make yer country`s name?
Do yeh mean to dodge the trouble till the foe is at the gate?
   "Oh, it`s weary waltin`,
Waitin` for yeh, mate!"


Can`t yeh see them lookin` at yeh, lookin` at yeh, lad -
   Women-folk of mates o` yours that fought and fell?
Are yeh grumblin` an` protestin`?
Will yer mateship stand the testin`?
   Have yeh read the message that those wide eyes tell?
Have yeh heard grey mothers weepin`?  Have yeh seen young wives grow sad?....
   Won`t yeh have them prayin`,
Prayin` for yeh, lad?
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