Come, gather at the shipyards,
And let your hammers ring,
For more than ships and cargoes
Waits on your fashioning.
Come, gather at the shipyards;
With every bolt you drive
Bethink you `tis the Kaiser
Whose brutish head you rive.
Come, gather at the shipyards,
And swing with might and main;
`Tis Tirpitz and the Crown Prince
That you to-day have slain.
Come, gather at the shipyards,
And heat the metal hot,
For it is Bethmann Hollweg
You're boiling in the pot.
Come, gather at the shipyards,--
And when the day is done,
You've spent it in driving spikes,
In Hindernburg the Hun.
Come, gather at the shipyards,
And toil with healthy hate,
For only you can save the world,
The Hun is at the gate.
ARTHUR STANWOOD PIE
UNFADING PICTURES
("The air from the sea came blowing in again,
mixed with the perfume of the flowers. . . .
The old-fashioned furniture brightly rubbed and pol-
ished, my aunt's inviolable chair and table by the
round green fan in the bow-window, the drugget-
covered carpet, the cat, the kettle-holder, the two
canaries, the old china ... and, wonderfully out of
keeping with the rest, my dusty self upon the sofa,
taking note of everything."
-"David Copperfield," Chapter XIII.
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