Hardtack Poems - Poems about Hardtack

...One of the scarce things on Gallipoli Was writing paper for letters you see And so the AIF was obliged to send home Letters written on anything that was found or known So in November 1915 Dri......

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......Emmet just sat down on a bench, And gratefully took his boots off, Just stretched himself out there to rest, for the moment it was enough. The woman seemed confused by this, it was clear sh......

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...Galley Slave Unsung heroes of the open sea, Not captain, nor navigator he, Not the brave sailors before the mast, The lowly ship’s cook we think of last, Who makes meals from hardtack ‘n jerky......

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...I've got a dish of killifish I wish to eat that silly fish Baked, or fried in peanut oil Roasted, dried, or let to boil. Make me a star-gazy pie Take me to the Catfish Fry Lead me to the Chin......

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...So ya want ta sail, me hearty, and ya set ta see the world. Just sign away ya life, Jack, and stow ya gear forward. There's room enough in foksel for the bloomin' likes of you, we'll put ya rig......

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...Private Joshua Bronson wrote this letter by the camp fire where he lay, Nigh a place called Gettysburg where a great battle loomed next day. He'd bid farewell to Jenny and his children at their hum......

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...All are feeling anxious on the old camp ground this night. Weary Yanks are girding for tomorrow's awful fight. Young soldiers loll about, staring blankly into slowly dying embers, Dreaming of home......

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...Hides, hooves and horns. A windin’, bawlin’ column Snakes its way along the trail, Flowing ever northward, To keep a rendezvous, With westward reachin’, black steel rails. ......

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