Then Tomlinson looked back and forth, and there was little grace, For h.e.l.l-Gate filled the houseless Soul with the Fear of Naked s.p.a.ce.
"Nay, this I ha" heard," quo" Tomlinson, "and this was noised abroad, And this I ha" got from a Belgian book on the word of a dead French lord."
--"Ye ha" heard, ye ha" read, ye ha" got, good lack! and the tale begins afresh-- Have ye sinned one sin for the pride o" the eye or the sinful l.u.s.t of the flesh?"
Then Tomlinson he gripped the bars and yammered, "Let me in-- For I mind that I borrowed my neighbour"s wife to sin the deadly sin."
The Devil he grinned behind the bars, and banked the fires high: "Did ye read of that sin in a book?" said he; and Tomlinson said, "Ay!"
The Devil he blew upon his nails, and the little devils ran, And he said: "Go husk this whimpering thief that comes in the guise of a man: Winnow him out "twixt star and star, and sieve his proper worth: There"s sore decline in Adam"s line if this be sp.a.w.n of earth."
Empusa"s crew, so naked-new they may not face the fire, But weep that they bin too small to sin to the height of their desire, Over the coal they chased the Soul, and racked it all abroad, As children rifle a caddis-case or the raven"s foolish h.o.a.rd.
And back they came with the tattered Thing, as children after play, And they said: "The soul that he got from G.o.d he has bartered clean away.
"We have threshed a stook of print and book, and winnowed a chattering wind And many a soul wherefrom he stole, but his we cannot find: We have handled him, we have dandled him, we have seared him to the bone, And sure if tooth and nail show truth he has no soul of his own."
The Devil he bowed his head on his breast and rumbled deep and low:-- "I"m all o"er-sib to Adam"s breed that I should bid him go.
"Yet close we lie, and deep we lie, and if I gave him place, My gentlemen that are so proud would flout me to my face; They"d call my house a common stews and me a careless host, And--I would not anger my gentlemen for the sake of a shiftless ghost."
The Devil he looked at the mangled Soul that prayed to feel the flame, And he thought of Holy Charity, but he thought of his own good name:-- "Now ye could haste my coal to waste, and sit ye down to fry: Did ye think of that theft for yourself?" said he; and Tomlinson said, "Ay!"
The Devil he blew an outward breath, for his heart was free from care:-- "Ye have scarce the soul of a louse," he said, "but the roots of sin are there, And for that sin should ye come in were I the lord alone.
But sinful pride has rule inside--and mightier than my own.
"Honour and Wit, fore-d.a.m.ned they sit, to each his priest and wh.o.r.e: Nay, scarce I dare myself go there, and you they"d torture sore.
"Ye are neither spirit nor spirk," he said; "ye are neither book nor brute-- Go, get ye back to the flesh again for the sake of Man"s repute.
"I"m all o"er-sib to Adam"s breed that I should mock your pain, But look that ye win to worthier sin ere ye come back again.
Get hence, the hea.r.s.e is at your door--the grim black stallions wait-- They bear your clay to place today. Speed, lest ye come too late!
Go back to Earth with a lip unsealed--go back with an open eye, And carry my word to the Sons of Men or ever ye come to die: That the sin they do by two and two they must pay for one by one-- And... the G.o.d that you took from a printed book be with you, Tomlinson!"
BARRACK-ROOM BALLADS
Dedication
To T. A.
I have made for you a song, And it may be right or wrong, But only you can tell me if it"s true; I have tried for to explain Both your pleasure and your pain, And, Thomas, here"s my best respects to you!
O there"ll surely come a day When they"ll give you all your pay, And treat you as a Christian ought to do; So, until that day comes round, Heaven keep you safe and sound, And, Thomas, here"s my best respects to you!
--R. K.
DANNY DEEVER
"What are the bugles blowin" for?" said Files-on-Parade.
"To turn you out, to turn you out", the Colour-Sergeant said.
"What makes you look so white, so white?" said Files-on-Parade.
"I"m dreadin" what I"ve got to watch", the Colour-Sergeant said.
For they"re hangin" Danny Deever, you can hear the Dead March play, The regiment"s in "ollow square--they"re hangin" him today; They"ve taken of his b.u.t.tons off an" cut his stripes away, An" they"re hangin" Danny Deever in the mornin".
"What makes the rear-rank breathe so "ard?" said Files-on-Parade.
"It"s bitter cold, it"s bitter cold", the Colour-Sergeant said.
"What makes that front-rank man fall down?" said Files-on-Parade.
"A touch o" sun, a touch o" sun", the Colour-Sergeant said.
They are hangin" Danny Deever, they are marchin" of "im round, They "ave "alted Danny Deever by "is coffin on the ground; An" "e"ll swing in "arf a minute for a sneakin" shootin" hound-- O they"re hangin" Danny Deever in the mornin"!
""Is cot was right-"and cot to mine", said Files-on-Parade.
""E"s sleepin" out an" far tonight", the Colour-Sergeant said.
"I"ve drunk "is beer a score o" times", said Files-on-Parade.
""E"s drinkin" bitter beer alone", the Colour-Sergeant said.
They are hangin" Danny Deever, you must mark "im to "is place, For "e shot a comrade sleepin"--you must look "im in the face; Nine "undred of "is county an" the regiment"s disgrace, While they"re hangin" Danny Deever in the mornin".
"What"s that so black agin" the sun?" said Files-on-Parade.
"It"s Danny fightin" "ard for life", the Colour-Sergeant said.
"What"s that that whimpers over"ead?" said Files-on-Parade.
"It"s Danny"s soul that"s pa.s.sin" now", the Colour-Sergeant said.
For they"re done with Danny Deever, you can "ear the quickstep play, The regiment"s in column, an" they"re marchin" us away; Ho! the young recruits are shakin", an" they"ll want their beer today, After hangin" Danny Deever in the mornin".
TOMMY
I went into a public-"ouse to get a pint o" beer, The publican "e up an" sez, "We serve no red-coats here."
The girls be"ind the bar they laughed an" giggled fit to die, I outs into the street again an" to myself sez I: O it"s Tommy this, an" Tommy that, an" "Tommy, go away"; But it"s "Thank you, Mister Atkins", when the band begins to play, The band begins to play, my boys, the band begins to play, O it"s "Thank you, Mister Atkins", when the band begins to play.
I went into a theatre as sober as could be, They gave a drunk civilian room, but "adn"t none for me; They sent me to the gallery or round the music-"alls, But when it comes to fightin", Lord! they"ll shove me in the stalls!
For it"s Tommy this, an" Tommy that, an" "Tommy, wait outside"; But it"s "Special train for Atkins" when the trooper"s on the tide, The troopship"s on the tide, my boys, the troopship"s on the tide, O it"s "Special train for Atkins" when the trooper"s on the tide.
Yes, makin" mock o" uniforms that guard you while you sleep Is cheaper than them uniforms, an" they"re starvation cheap; An" hustlin" drunken soldiers when they"re goin" large a bit Is five times better business than paradin" in full kit.
Then it"s Tommy this, an" Tommy that, an" "Tommy, "ow"s yer soul?"