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S. DONALD COX
Rifleman, 2/5 C.L.R., London Rifle Brigade
To My Mother—1916
IF I should fall, grieve not that one so weak
And poor as I
Should die.
Nay! though thy heart should break
Think only this: that when at dusk they speak
Of sons and brothers of another one,
Then thou canst say—"I too had a son;
He died for England's sake!"
The Song of The Happy Warrior
THE song of the boy who was brave and fair,
He was young and his eyes were grey,
He was swift to run and strong to strive
And ready for any play.
He climbed to the top of the apple tree
When nobody else would dare;
He couldn't get down and he feared he'd fall
As the branch swayed in the air.
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