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- Herausgeber: Booksell-Verlag
- Kategorie: Poesie und Drama
- Sprache: Englisch
- Veröffentlichungsjahr: 2021
Henry Lawson's "Song of the Dardanelles and Other Verses" presents a poignant exploration of the Australian wartime experience, reflecting the grit and sacrifice of soldiers during World War I. Through evocative imagery and colloquial language, Lawson captures the essence of Australian identity, melding personal narrative with broader national themes. The collection showcases Lawson'Äôs mastery in vernacular verse, inviting readers to traverse the emotional landscape of conflict, loss, and camaraderie amidst the backdrop of the Dardanelles campaign. The stark realities of war are conveyed with both empathy and a lyrical quality that embodies the heart of Australian literature at the time. Henry Lawson, a pivotal figure in Australian literature, drew upon his personal experiences and staunch anti-war sentiment to shape this collection. As a soldier's son, he was profoundly affected by the notion of duty and the harsh realities of combat. His own battles with poverty and personal tragedy fueled his desire to advocate for the underdog and spark national consciousness about the sacrifices made by soldiers, making this work a deeply personal endeavor within his broader literary career. "Song of the Dardanelles and Other Verses" is essential reading for those interested in Australian history and literature. Lawson'Äôs exploration of war'Äôs impact on society provides a timeless reflection on human resilience and sorrow. This collection not only resonates with readers seeking to understand Australia'Äôs wartime narrative but also engages those interested in the profound intersection of poetry and social commentary.
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Song of the Dardanelles and Other Verses
Table of Contents
The wirelesstells and the cable tells How our boys behaved by the Dardanelles. Some thought in their hearts “Will our boys make good?” We knew them of old and we knew they would! Knew they would— Knew they would; We were mates of old and we knew they would.
They laughed and they larked and they loved likewise, For blood is warm under Southern skies; They knew not Pharoah (’tis understood), And they got into scrapes, as we knew they would. Knew they would— Knew they would; And they got into scrapes, as we knew they would.
They chafed in the dust of an old dead land At the long months’ drill in the scorching sand; But they knew in their hearts it was for their good, And they saw it through as we knew they would. Knew they would— Knew they would; And they saw it through as we knew they would.
The Coo-ee called through the Mena Camp, And an army roared like the Ocean’s tramp On a gale-swept beach in her wildest mood, Till the Pyramids shook as we knew they would. Knew they would— Knew they would. (And the Sphinx woke up as we knew she would.)
They were shipped like sheep when the dawn was grey; (But their officers knew that no lambs were they). They squatted and perched where’er they could, And they “blanky-ed” for joy as we knew they would. Knew they would— Knew they would; They “blanky-ed” for joy as we knew they would.
The sea was hell and the shore was hell, With mine, entanglement, shrapnel and shell, But they stormed the heights as Australians should, And they fought and they died as we knew they would. Knew they would— Knew they would; They fought and they died as we knew they would.
From the southern hills and the city lanes, From the sandwaste lone and the Blacksoil Plains; The youngest and strongest of England’s brood!— They’ll win for the South as we knew they would. Knew they would— Knew they would; They’ll win for the South as we knew they would.
Peddling Round the World
Whenat first in foreign parts Was her flag unfurled, England was a Gipsy lass Peddling round the world. Sailing on the Spanish Main— Everywhere you roam— Peddling in the Persian Gulf Things she’d made at home. Peddling round the world, Peddling round the world— England was a Gipsy lass Peddling round the world.
Englandneverwanted war, Not on land or sea— Other nations rising up Couldn’t let her be. England only wanted peace, And the ocean’s breath; So there came, in course of time, Queen Elizabeth. Queen Elizabeth— Queen Elizabeth— Came a plain, bad-tempered queen, Called Elizabeth.
Queen Elizabeth, she called Drake, and Raleigh too— Essex, Howard, and the rest Of the pirate crew; “See what you can do,” she said. “England’s feeling sick— If you don’t, I’ll hang you all! Better do it quick.” “Better do it quick,” she said— “Better do it quick”; And they knew she’d keep her word, So they did it quick.
Drake and Raleigh sailed away— (Only Bess they feared) Cleared the Spanish Main and singed The King of Spain his beard— Singed the King of Spain his beard, And his hair they curled. England was a Gipsy’s love Peddling round the world. Peddling round the world, Peddling round the world. England was a Gipsy’s love Peddling round the world.
Once again, when Cromwell came, England wanted room; So he lowered Holland’s tone, Smashed the Dutchman’s broom. Sent a message to Algiers; Made its meaning plain— On the way they called once more On the King of Spain. On the King of Spain— On the King of Spain: Called, to jog his memory, On the King of Spain.
So the years went round and round, Over hills and flats— England was a Gipsy wife— England had her brats; Peddling in the China Sea, Far from English ground; Doing biz with Mrs. Jap— Peddling all around. Peddling all around— Peddling all around; Making friends with Mrs. Jap— Peddling all around.
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When the war is past and gone, With its blood and tears; And the world may count upon Peace for fifty years— When the gory battle-flags Round their sticks are furled— Then you’ll see a Gipsy crone Peddling round the world. Peddling round the world— Peddling round the world. Then you’ll see a Gipsy crone A-peddling round the world!
