Repro Of A WW1 Framed British Army Poem Titled “The Young Warriors Farewell”
Repro Of A WW1 Framed British Army Poem Titled “The Young Warriors Farewell”
Repro Of A WW1 Framed British Army Poem Titled “The Young Warriors Farewell”
Repro Of A WW1 Framed British Army Poem Titled “The Young Warriors Farewell”
Repro Of A WW1 Framed British Army Poem Titled “The Young Warriors Farewell”
Repro Of A WW1 Framed British Army Poem Titled “The Young Warriors Farewell”

Repro Of A WW1 Framed British Army Poem Titled “The Young Warriors Farewell”

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For sale is a Reproduction Of A WW1 Framed British Army Poem Titled “The Young Warriors Farewell.”

 

This is in good condition and is a reprint of an original scanned poem. 

 

The poem reads; 

 

“The young warriors farewell

 

We have been thy sons, dear Father, For more than twenty years, But we would die now, rather Than see thy face in tears; Do not weep, we cannot bear it, For we must go away. There is war and we must share it, It comes in our young days. Hark! hark! the danger is on us, Screams of the dying tell That peace is further from us, Dear Father, fare thee well.

 

Try to forget, dear Mother, That we were ever thine.

 

And let your love, some other Responsive heart entwine; Think not, at hed-time, of us, Nor on thy pillow weep, Nor fancy that we are lonely And sinking in the deep. Think not that we are lying In some dark prison cell, Nor on the cold ground dying, Dear Mother, fare thee well.

 

Dear Sister, keep up courage. There is peace and joy to come, And peace ce ag again shall flourish When the batule has been won. When on the mountains fighting, Our thoughts shall be on thee, And fancy that you are weeping And Mother too, for we Try to ease her sorrow, And tell her we are well And think of every morrow; Dear Sister, fare thee well. Dear Brother, you are younger And smaller far than I, but time will make you stronger.

 

And fit to fight and die; So if we never should come back, And war continues still, Take up my gun and knapsack And fight for them who've fell. Let not the tyrants injure Where our fore-fathers dwelt, Although slaves, we are free strangers, Dear Brother, fare thee well.

 

We see the clouds of danger Around Englan i's proud coast, But rather than the stranger Should humble our proud boast, Our little all we'll give thee. Our hands and hearts we'll give thee, For it is joyful thus to serve thee In England's freedom strife. So wave the standard freely, And shout the victory well, To conquer now we leave thee. Kind friends and Dear Old England, fare thee well.”

 

This framed print measures 29.5cm in length x 37.5cm height. 

 

This will be sent via royal Mail tracked 24 and dispatched within two working days.