CONTENTS ,OVER TH E HILLS O F HOME . . . . . P A 1 G 1 E PAGE THEE ASTERW INDS . 60 OVER THE HILLS OF HOME AND OTHER POEMS OVER THE HILLS OF HOME ADDIE, little laddie, come with me L over the hills, Where blossom the white May lilies, and the dogwood and daffodils For the Spirit of Spring is calling to our spirits that love to roam Over the hills of home, laddie, over the hills of home. Laddie, little laddie, heres hazel a d meadow rue, And wreaths of the rare arbutus, a-blowing for me and you And cherry and bilberry blossoms, and hawthorn as white as foam. Well carry them all to Mother, laddie, over the hills at home. Written as a tribute to Corporal Frank E. Leeteridge, who died in France, after being wounded in action, I I I OVER THE HILLS OF HOME Laddie, little laddie, the winds have many a song, And blithely and bold they whistle to us as we trip along But your own little song is sweeter, your own with its - merry trills So, whistle a tune as you go, laddie, over the windy hills. Laddie, little laddie, tis time that the cows were home. Can you hear the klingle-klzngle of their bell in the greenwood gloam Old Rover is waiting, eager to follow the trail with you, Whistle a tune as you go, laddie, whistle a tune as you go. Laddie, little laddie, theres a flash of a bluebirds Ging. 0 hush If we wait and listen we may hear him carolling. OVER THE HILLS OF HOME The vesper song of the thrushes, and the plaint of the whip-poor-wills-Sweet, how sweet is the music, laddie, over the twilit hills. Brother, little brother, your childhood is passing by, And the dawn of a noble purpose I see in your thoughtful eye. You have many a mile to travel and many a task to do Whistle a tune as you go, laddie, whistle a tune as you go. Laddie, soldier laddie, a call comes over the sea, A call to the best and bravest in the land of liberty, To shatter the despots power, to lift up the weak that fall. Whistle a song as you go, laddie, to answer your countrys call. 1131 OrER THE HILLS OF HOME Brother, soldier brother, the Spring has come back again, But her voice from the windy hilltops is calling your name in vain For never shall we together mid the birds and the blossoms roam Over the hills of home, brother, over the hills of home. Laddie Laddie I Laddie Somewhere in France you sleep, Somewhere neath alien flowers and alien winds that weep. Bravely you marched tobattle, nobly your life laid down. You unto death were faithful, laddie yours is the victors crown. Laddie l Laddie l Laddie l How dim is the sunshine grown, As mother and I together speak softly in tender tone 1141 OVER THE HILLS OF HOME And the lips that quiver and falter have ever a single theme, As we list for your dear, lost whistle, laddie, over the hills of dream. Laddie, beloved laddie How soon should we cease to weep Could we glance through the golden gateway, whose keys the angels keep Yet love, our love that is deathless, can follow you where you roam, Over the hills of God, Iaddie, the beautiful hills of Home. THE WAY OF THE BRITISH T isnt the way of the British, I In the fight for country and King, On the fair,. white field of their valor, 1 The shadow of shame to bring. There isnt a lad in the army, There isnt a lad on the sea, Would dim the light of his honor By a deed of infamy. It isnt the way of Britain To grasp with greedy hand, And hold with a despots power, Domain in a friendly land...