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Katharine Tynan - The Golden BoyKatharine Tynan - The Golden Boy
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IN times of peace, so clean and bright, And with a new-washed morning face, He walked Pall Mall, a goodly sight, The finished flower of all the race. Or through Bond Street and Piccadilly, Went spick-and-span, without a soil, As careless as the July lily That spins not, neither does she toil. He took his soldiering as sport, And beauteous in his mufti stirred Romance i` the simple female sort That loves a guardsman or a lord. And now, knee-deep in muddy water, Unwashed, unshaven, see him go! His garments stained with mud and slaughter Would break the heart of Savile Row. The danger`s in his blood like wine, The old heroic passion leaps; The son of the mighty fighting line Goes glad whatever woman weeps. He plays the game, winning or losing, As in the playing-fields at home; This picnic`s nothing of his choosing, But since it`s started, let it come! He lives his hour with keenest zest, And midst the flying death he spares A laugh to the light-heart schoolboy jest, Mingled with curses and with prayers. Gay as at Eton or at Harrow, Counts battles as by goals and runs God keep him from Death`s flying arrow To give his England fighting sons.
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