The Argyll and Sutherland Highlanders (Princess Louise's)

'Sans Peur'       Argyll and Sutherland Highlanders red and white dicing       'Ne Obliviscaris'


(R. H. H.)

Sad, white fingers of foam scratching
A filigree of furrows on the sandy face;
Glinting, relentless sun catching
Dark loopholes in the sea-like crotcheted lace.
Time encrusted Crater, madly moulded moonstones
Harbouring livid heat and inter-racial hate.
How many musty tombstones
Here familiarise with Fate.
Soldiers' curses sing out clear the song of their disdain-
These faithful servants of dependent nation
Suffer without sullenness the discomfort of deprivation-
And listen to Crater's answering song-the chant of the Muzzein.
Now the echoes of echelons their victories proclaim:
(The music of the pipers here has gained a wide acclaim)
Soldiers, politicians and civilians will now clamour for release,
And venture with subtle sophistry over the precipice of peace.

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