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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=538899" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Andy McElroe</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">My brother Andy said, that for a soldier he would go,<br>So great excitement came upon the house of McElroe.<br>My father sold a bog-hole to equip him for the war.<br>And my mother sold the cushions of her Sunday jaunting car.<br>And when brave Andy reach'd the front, 'twas furious<br> work he made,<br>They appointed him a private in the Crocodile Brigade.<br>The sound of Andy's battle cry struck terror thro' the foe.<br>His foot was on the desert and his name was McElroe.<br>At least that's what the letter said that came across the foam.<br>To Andy's anxious relatives awaiting him at home.<br>The papers say he ran away before he met the foe.<br>But that was quite unlike the style of Andy McElroe.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">One morning brave Lord Wolseley for a battle felt inclined;<br>But all could see the general had something on his mind;<br>Sez he, 'My staff, 'twere dangerous to face yon deadly foe,<br>Unless we're sure that quite prepared is Andy McElroe.'<br>Then Andy cried, 'I'm here, my lord, and ready for the fray,'<br>'Advance then,' cried Lord Wolseley, 'and let every trumpet bray.'<br>Then England, Ireland, Scotland, rolled together on the foe,<br>But far ahead of everyone rushed Andy McElroe.<br>At least, that's what the letter said that came across the foam<br>To Andy's anxious relatives, awaiting him at home.<br>The government despatches had another tale- but no!<br>We won't believe a word against brave Andy McElroe.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The Mahdi had gone up a tree, a spyglass in his eye,<br>To see his Paynim chivalry the northern prowess try;<br>But soon he saw a form of dread, and cried in tones of woe,<br>'Be jabers let me out of this - there's Andy McElroe.'<br>Then down he hurried from his tree, and straight away he ran,<br>To keep appointments, as he said, in distant Kordofan,<br>And fled those Arab soldiery like sand siroccos blow,<br>Pursued (with much profanity) by Andy McElroe.<br>At least, that's what he told us when returning o'er the foam<br>To greet his anxious relatives, awaiting him at home.<br>So sing the song of triumph, and let all your bumpers flow,<br>In honour of our countryman, brave Andrew McElroe.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=William+Percy+French">William Percy French</a><div class=q>
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