We watch your attitudes with candid eyes:
Plain men are we, not given much to prate,
Bluntly sincere, keenly compassionate
But lions in our wrath at treacheries;
Britons are we though under Austral skies
And of our lineage proud, fearless of Fate
For we have stamped our manhood with the great
Traditions - Britain's glorious legacies.
We've given ample proof we are a friend
Pledged to the truths your Pilgrim Fathers kenned,
The pure ideals of a people free
Which - are you blind? - our British arms defend
From ravages of vandals that would rend
The very vitals of Democracy.
To America In 1915
Arthur Bayldon
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