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What! has he been murdered-
Fearless Captain Fryatt?

Now upon the trackless sea,
Captain Fryatt's sailing free-
And his ship is staunch and strong
For the far voyage and the long.
If he pass a British sail,

Know fair weather will prevail;
But if Teuton ship he meet,
Let the sailor grasp the sheet,
For the wave will lash the deck,
And the storm will make shipwreck.
Captain Fryatt's sailing free,
Out across the trackless sea,
Fearless Captain Fryatt!

ΤΗ

"There was a man in our town."

HERE was a man, whom Doubted in other days, For Socialist, his work and views Menaced hope's wiser ways.

many men

But later not with those he stood
Who wrecked their well-earned fame,
For in the Reichstag he spoke out:-
No coward-when war came;

He told the truth,—and did not fail
To make his point quite clear,
Although he knew, that for such words
He had all things to fear.

The mailed fist might strike him down,
The Government oppress,

No German court would take his part,
No Hun his wrongs redress.

And what he said, the whole world knows; Though Germans stop their ears,

It shall be said, and shall be felt,
Through long-condemning years.

Let Prussian courts the verdict give
That does all justice shame!
Take civil rights away from him—
Those rights that free men claim

Let him in prison live-or die—
At monarchy's decree,

Karl Liebknecht's name shall be a spell

For honest men and free.

Let Germany the truth deny,

Her bravest son disown:

The patriot's wreath shall deck his grave,

And honor be his own.

"Willy boy, Willy boy, where are you going?

I will go with you, if I may?"

"I am going to the meadows to see them a-mowing, I am going to see them make the hay."

"WILHELM, O Wilhelm, where are you

going?

-Who wished you good-luck on your way?"

"I am going to Verdun, to see my men reaping, I am going to speed up the work there to-day."

Wilhelm, O Wilhelm, no use to be going,
The wild storm has blocked your way,

And red ruin and horror, and death and disaster, Is the reaping of all your strong men there to-day.

March, 1916

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"London Bridge is broken down,
Dance over my Lady Lee;
London Bridge is broken down,
With a gay lady."

HE peace of the world is broken down,
-The waters are dark, Lady Lee,-
The peace of the world is broken down,
Get thee home, lady.

How shall we build it up again?

Count me the

graves

I see

How shall we build it up again?
With hope, lady?

Build it up with silver and gold,

-There is weeping from sea to sea-
Build it up with silver and gold,
Hush thy child, lady.

Silver and gold are weak to hold,

-How bloody the path o'er the lea—

Silver and gold are weak to hold,
Pale thy cheek, lady.

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