Welsh Newspapers

Search 15 million Welsh newspaper articles

Hide Articles List

18 articles on this Page

The Late Mrs Vaugban.

[No title]

I " Tolstoy."

I ,MISSING FOWLS. i

Newtown Solicitor's Appeal.I

[No title]

Advertising

Funeral at Rhayader.

Advertising

Advertising

-RADNORSHIRE ITEMS. I

1 Barclay & Company, Limited,…

[No title]

-MARCH LETTERS. I

Free Church Council. I

The Farmer's Girl. j j

News
Cite
Share

The Farmer's Girl. j j Mr W. S. Miller "He thought it was largely a matter of false sentiment that there was some- thing degrading in field-labour." Mr Walter Williams "He said it was quite possible for women to do a great deal on the iand during the coming summer." Mr O. W. Davies "He had three women en. gaged on his farm, and he could say that he had never had manure better spread in his life tha.n they had done it." The Editor Here is a new subject for our cor- respondence columns. Let work on the land be made the fashion by all means." Extracts "Express," March 23rd. Tommy, I take my pen in hand to write To let you know what we at home now do: You, for sweet Liberty, have fared to fight, The Splendid Shilling I have ta.ken, too I I write to you, and you must write to me. Tho' but a word, from out of War's alarm Somewhere—in France, or wheresoe-er it be,- And don't forget my new address—"The Farm. I, Tommy, drive afield your customed team To break the stubborn glebe that once you broke, And oft in vision do I see the gleam That tells of justice and the Sword's swift stroke. Tommy 'tis true your fields are gory-red, And mine present to-day a dreary scene, But blood and honest sweat, unstinted shed, Shall make both wear again their wonted green. Peace hath her Trench, than War's scarce less renowned, Where, digging in, that Moodier one is fed. Spade-work is duty done in holy ground; Dig, then, for Freedom I will delve for Bread. Khaki's the stuff for wear in your employ When through the earth the Hour for Deeds is struck; The mode for me shall be of Corduroy: Scatter, you, foemen; I will spread the muck. I'M do—and what can woman more—my part In mead and fold, in stable and in sty, I'll take the place that waits in fair and mart, Where bargains (sure!) will not escape mine eye. Some day the Guns will tire-soon may it come- And honest folk shall walk again at large, And hideous Voices evermore be dumb, And you and I shall gain well-won discharge. Some evening sun will set in hues that tell The blessed Morrow shall be bright and fair; The Night will pass, and pass the glooms of Hell, And other birds than War a yet wing the air. (I know full well that DAY shall come, when we Shall see sweet Peace again stand forth re- vealed For brother Jack is quite at home at sea, And. Tommy, you and I are "in the field.") o- NEMO JONES. I ?.

I " Tolstoy."

-MARCH LETTERS. I