Rudyard Kipling (1865–1936). Verse: 1885–1918. 1922.
The Song of the Lathes
(Being the words of the tune hummed at her lathe by Mrs. L. Embsay, widow.)
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The power is shaking the floor round me
Till the lathes pick up their duty and the midnight-shift takes over.
It is good for me to be here!
(I had a man that worked ’em once!)
Shells for guns in Flanders, Flanders!
Shells for guns in Flanders, Flanders!
Shells for guns in Flanders! Feed the guns!
The bays and the galleries they loom over me,
With their quarter-mile of pillars growing little in the distance—
It is good for me to be here!
Our lights give warning, and fade over us.
(Seven thousand women keeping quiet in the darkness!)
Oh, it’s good for me to be here!
Eating up the fields I used to know round me;
And the shed that I began in is a sub-inspector’s office—
So long have I been here!
Through the bit that isn’t painted round our sky-light rim,
And the sunshine through the window slope according to the seasons,
Twice since I’ve been here.
With the hundred thousand blanks that they haul to us;
And we send ’em what we’ve finished, and they take it where it’s wanted,
For that is why we are here!
God made woman what she always was.
Them that bear the burden they will never grant forgiveness
So long as they are here!
All I loved and looked for, it must die with me;
But the Lord has left me over for a servant of the Judgment,
And I serve His Judgments here!
(I had a son that worked ’em once!)
Shells for guns in Flanders, Flanders!
Shells for guns in Flanders, Flanders!
Shells for guns in Flanders! Feed the guns!