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 ��SAILOR, WHAT OF THE DEBT WE OWE

YOU?

Sailor, what of the debt we owe you ?

Day or night is the peril more ? Who so dull that he fails to know you,

Sleepless guard of our island shore ?

Safe the com to the farmyard taken ;

Grain ships safe upon all the seas ; Homes in peace and a faith unshaken —

Sailor, what do we owe for these ?

Safe the clerk at his desk ; the trader Counts unruined his honest gain ;

Safe though yonder the curs't invader Pours red death over hill and plain.

Sailor, what of the debt we owe you?

Now is the hour at last to pay. Now in the stricken field to show you

What is the spirit you guard to-day.

— Andrew John Stuart.

(Eldest son of the Earl of Castlestewart, Lieut. Gth Royal Scots Fusiliers, killed in action in France between Sept. 25 and 27, 1915.)

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