Edwin Greenslade (Dryblower) Murphy

Look at his left lapel.
See if he's single-and-lit;
See if he's been through hell,
See if heĎs done his bit.

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Look at him fair and square,
Look at him up and down;
Has he shouldered a warrior's share
Where the world is bruised and brown?
Has he sweltered on Egypt's sands?
Has he seen Gallipoli grim?
Has he buried with hasty hands,
Billy and Bob and Jim?
Did he hear in the far outback
The bugle and sideódrum taps?
Did he hear in the cordite crack
The call of the gun-made gaps?
If he fought and in fighting, fell,
Look at his left lapel!

That is the soldier's sign,
That is the mark of a man;
A link of the battle-line
First when the fuss began.
One who was in the ranks
When the training camps were bush
Back from the Jordan's banks,
Back from the Western Push.
This is the battle-badge,
His babes to be shall prize,
Johnny and Mark and Madge
When the world has ceased its sighs.
That sign shall the story tell-
Look at his left lapel!

Battered and bronzed and browned,
You are back from the work of war.
A king of courage. uncrowned,
A saviour of men-and more!
You stiffened that hero-wall
Where the missiles of death were hurled;
You saved from a ravisher's thrall
The women Far over the world.
And while on the stay-at-homeís face
Their glances burn like coals,
Your limp is the gait of grace,
You who have saved their souls,
Each homaging bosom swells
As they look at your left lapels!



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