BUSH BALLADS AND RHYMES 



The girl stood up with a crimson cheek, 

 And I fell'd him there like a log. 



I can feel the blow on my knuckles yet — 

 He feels it more on his brow. 



In a thousand years we shall all forget 

 The things that trouble us now. 



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Scene XI "TEN PACES OFF'* 



An Open Country. Laurence Raby and Forrest, 

 Brian Aylmer and Prescot. 



Forrest : 



I've won the two tosses from Prescot ; 



Now hear me, and hearken and heed, 

 And pull that vile flower from your waist- 

 coat, 



And throw down that beast of a weed ; 

 I'm going to give you the signal 



I gave Harry Hunt at Boulogne, 

 The morning he met Major Bignell, 



And shot him dead as a stone ; 



For he must look round on his right hand 



To watch the white flutter — that stops 



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