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PART I	A
Queen Hilda rode along the lines	B
And she was young and fair	C
And forward on her shoulders fell	D
The heavy braids of hair	C
No gold was ever dug from earth	E
Like that burnished there	C
No sky so blue as were her eyes	F
Had man seen anywhere	C
	-
'Twas so her gay court poets sang	G
And we believed it true	H
But men must fight for golden hair	C
And die for eyes of blue	H
Cheer after cheer the long half mile	I
It has been ever thus	J
And evermore her winsome smile	I
She turned and turned on us	J
	-
The Spring burst over wood and sea	K
The day was warm and bright	L
Young Clarence stood on my left hand	M
Old Withen on the right	L
With fifteen thousand men or more	N
With plumes and banners gay	O
To sail that day to foreign war	N
And our ships swarmed on the bay	O
	-
Old Withen muttered in his beard I listened with a sigh	A
Good Faith for such a chit as that	P
Strong men must kill and die	A
She'll back to her embroideree	N
And fools that bow and smirk	Q
And we must sail across the sea	K
And go to other work	Q
	-
And wherefore Wherefore Withen said	R
Is this red quarrel sought	S
Because of clacking painted hags	K
And foreign fops at Court	T
Because 'tis said a drunken king	U
In lands we've never seen	V
Said something foolish in his cups	K
Of our young silly queen	V
	-
Good faith in her old great aunt's time	W
'Twere different I vow	X
If old Dame Ruth were here she'd get	Y
Some sharp advising now	X
At this a grim smile went about	Z
For men could say in sooth	E
That none who'd seen her face could doubt	Z
The fair fame of Dame Ruth	E
	-
If Clarence heard he said no word	A2
His soul was fresh and clean	V
The glory in his boyish eyes	K
Was shining for his Queen	V
And as she passed he gazed as one	B2
An angel might regard	C2
Old Withen looked as if he'd like	D2
To take and smack her hard	C2
	-
We only smiled at anything	U
That good old Withen said	R
For he half blind through smoke and flame	E2
Had borne her grandsire dead	R
And he in Virland's danger time	W
Where both her brothers died	F2
Had ridden to red victory	K
By her brave father's side	F2
	-
Queen Hilda rode along the lines	K
'Mid thundering cheers the while	I
And each man sought and seemed to get	Y
Her proud and happy smile	I
Queen Hilda little dreamed Ah me	K
On what dark miry plain	G2
And what blood blinded eyes would see	K
Her girlish smile again	H2
	-
Queen Hilda rode on through the crowd	I2
We heard the distant roar	N
We heard the clack of gear and plank	J2
The sailors on the shore	N
Queen Hilda sought her bower to rest	K2
For her day's work was done	B2
We kissed our wives or others' wives	K
And sailed ere set of sun	B2
	-
Some sail because they're married men	H2
And some because they're free	K
To come or not come back agen	H2
And such of old were we	K
Some sail for fame and some for loot	L2
And some for love or lust	M2
And some to fish and some to shoot	L2
And some because they must	M2
	-
Some sail who know not why they roam	N2
When they are come aboard	O2
And some for wives and loves at home	N2
And some for those abroad	P2
Some sail because the path is plain	H2
And some because they choose	K
And some with nothing left to gain	H2
And nothing left to lose	K
	-
And we have sailed from Virland we	K
For a woman's right or wrong	Q2
And we are One and One and Three	K
And Fifteen Thousand strong	Q2
For Right or Wrong and Virland's fame	E2
You dared us and we come	R2
To write in blood a woman's name	E2
And take a letter home	N2
	-
PART II	A
King Death came riding down the lines	K
And broken lines were they	E
With scarce a soldier who could tell	D
Where friend or foeman lay	E
The storm cloud looming over all	S2
Save where the west was red	R
And on the field of friend and foe	T2
Ten thousand men lay dead	R
	-
Boy Clarence lay in slush and blood	U2
With his face deathly white	L
Old Withen lay by his left side	F2
And I knelt at his right	L
And Clarence ever whispered	A2
Though with dying eyes serene	H2
I loved her for her girlhood	V2
Will someone tell the Queen	H2
	-
And this old Withen's message	W2
When his time shortly came	E2
I loved her for her father's sake	X2
But I fought for Virland's fame	E2
Go take you this a message	W2
From me Old Withen said	R
Who knelt beside her father	N
And his when they were dead	R
	-
I who in sport or council	Y2
I who as boy and man	H2
Would aye speak plainly to them	Z2
Were it Court or battle's van	H2
Nay fear not she will listen	H2
And my words be understood	V2
And she will heed my message	W2
For I know her father's blood	U2
	-
If shame there was I judge not	A3
As I'd not be judged above	B3
The Royal blood of Virland	A3
Was ever hot to love	B3
Or fight the slander's wiped out	A3
As witness here the slain	H2
But if shame there was then tell her	N
Let it not be again	H2
	-
At home once more in Virland	A3
The glorious Spring burst shines	K
Queen Hilda rides right proudly	K
Down our victorious lines	K
The gaps were filled with striplings	K
And Hilda wears a rose	K
And what the wrong or right of it	A3
Queen Hilda only knows	K
	-
But be it state or nation	H2
Or castle town or shed	A3
Or be she wife or monarch	C3
Or widowed or unwed	A3
Now this is for your comfort	A3
And it has ever been	H2
That wrong or right a man must fight	A3
For his country and his queen	H2

Henry Lawson

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