THE TROJAN WAR, 1915
We care not what old Homer tellsOf Trojan war and Helen’s fame.Upon the ancient DardanellesNew peoples write—in blood—their name.Those Grecian heroes long have fled,No more the Plain of Troy they haunt;Made sacred by our Southern dead,Historic is the Hellespont.Homeric wars are fought againBy men who like old Greeks can die;Australian backblock heroes slain,With Hector and Achilles lie.No legend lured these men to roam;They journeyed forth to save from harmSome Mother-Helen sad at home,Some obscure Helen on a farm.And when one falls upon the hill—Then by dark Styx’s gloomy strand,In honour to plain Private BillGreat Agamemnon lifts his hand!J. Wareham, 1st Aust. Field Amb.
We care not what old Homer tellsOf Trojan war and Helen’s fame.Upon the ancient DardanellesNew peoples write—in blood—their name.Those Grecian heroes long have fled,No more the Plain of Troy they haunt;Made sacred by our Southern dead,Historic is the Hellespont.Homeric wars are fought againBy men who like old Greeks can die;Australian backblock heroes slain,With Hector and Achilles lie.No legend lured these men to roam;They journeyed forth to save from harmSome Mother-Helen sad at home,Some obscure Helen on a farm.And when one falls upon the hill—Then by dark Styx’s gloomy strand,In honour to plain Private BillGreat Agamemnon lifts his hand!J. Wareham, 1st Aust. Field Amb.
We care not what old Homer tellsOf Trojan war and Helen’s fame.Upon the ancient DardanellesNew peoples write—in blood—their name.
We care not what old Homer tells
Of Trojan war and Helen’s fame.
Upon the ancient Dardanelles
New peoples write—in blood—their name.
Those Grecian heroes long have fled,No more the Plain of Troy they haunt;Made sacred by our Southern dead,Historic is the Hellespont.
Those Grecian heroes long have fled,
No more the Plain of Troy they haunt;
Made sacred by our Southern dead,
Historic is the Hellespont.
Homeric wars are fought againBy men who like old Greeks can die;Australian backblock heroes slain,With Hector and Achilles lie.
Homeric wars are fought again
By men who like old Greeks can die;
Australian backblock heroes slain,
With Hector and Achilles lie.
No legend lured these men to roam;They journeyed forth to save from harmSome Mother-Helen sad at home,Some obscure Helen on a farm.
No legend lured these men to roam;
They journeyed forth to save from harm
Some Mother-Helen sad at home,
Some obscure Helen on a farm.
And when one falls upon the hill—Then by dark Styx’s gloomy strand,In honour to plain Private BillGreat Agamemnon lifts his hand!
And when one falls upon the hill—
Then by dark Styx’s gloomy strand,
In honour to plain Private Bill
Great Agamemnon lifts his hand!
J. Wareham, 1st Aust. Field Amb.
J. Wareham, 1st Aust. Field Amb.