Geoffrey Anketell Studdert Kennedy (1883-1929)
What's the Good?
1Well, I've done my bit o' scrappin',
2 And I've done in quite a lot;
3Nicked 'em neatly wiv my bayonet,
4 So I needn't waste a shot.
5'Twas my duty, and I done it,
6 But I 'opes the doctor's quick,
7For I wish I 'adn't done it,
8 Gawd! it turns me shamed and sick.
9There's a young 'un like our Richard,
10 And I bashed 'is 'ead in two,
11And there's that ole grey 'aired geezer
12 Which I stuck 'is belly through.
13Gawd, you women, wives and mothers,
14 It's sich waste of all your pain,
15If you knowed what I'd been doin',
16 Could yer kiss me still, my Jane?
17When I sets me dahn to tell yer
18 What it means to scrap and fight
19Could I tell ye true and honest,
20 Make ye see this bleedin' sight.
21No I couldn't and I wouldn't,
22 It would turn your 'air all grey,
23Women suffers 'ell to bear us,
24 And we suffers 'ell to slay.
25I suppose some Fritz went courtin'
26 In the gloamin' same as me,
27And the old world turned to 'eaven
28 When they kissed beneath a tree.
29And each evening seemed more golden,
30 Till the day as they was wed,
31And 'is bride stood shy and blushin',
32 Like a June rose, soft and red.
33I remembers 'ow it were, lass,
34 On that silver night in May,
35When ye 'ung your 'ead and whispered
36 That ye couldn't say me nay.
37Then, when June brought in the roses
38 And you changed your maiden name,
39'Ow ye stood there, shy and blushin',
40 When the call of evening came.
41I remembers 'ow I loved ye,
42 When ye arsked me in your pride
43'Ow I'd liked my Sunday dinner
44 As ye nestled at my side.
45For between a thousand races
46 Lands may stretch and seas may foam,
47But it makes no bloomin' difference,
48 Boche or Briton, 'ome is 'ome.
49I remember what 'e cost ye,
50 When I gave ye up for dead,
51As I 'eld your 'and and watched ye
52 With the little lad in bed.
53'Struth I wish 'e'd stop 'is lookin',
54 And shut up 'is bloomin' eyes.
55'Cause I keeps on seein' Richard
56 When I whacks 'im and 'e cries.
57Damn the blasted war to 'ell, lass,
58 It's just bloody rotten waste,
59Them as gas on war and glory
60 Oughter come and 'ave a taste.
61Yes, I larned what women suffers
62 When I seed you stand the test,
63But you knowed as it were worth it
64 When 'e felt to find your breast.
65All your pain were clean forgotten
66 When you touched 'is little 'ead,
67And ye sat up proud and smilin',
68 With a living lad in bed.
69But we suffers too -- we suffers,
70 Like the damned as groans in 'ell,
71And we 'aven't got no Babies,
72 Only mud, and blood, and smell.
73'Tain't the suff'rin' as I grouse at,
74 I can stick my bit o' pain;
75But I keeps on allus askin'
76 What's the good and who's to gain?
77When ye've got "a plain objective"
78 Ye can fight your fight and grin,
79But there ain't no damned objective,
80 And there ain't no prize to win.
81We're just like a lot of bullocks
82 In a blarsted china shop,
83Bustin' all the world to blazes,
84 'Cause we dunno 'ow to stop.
85Trampling years of work and wonder
86 Into dust beneath our feet,
87And the one as does most damage
88 Swears that victory is sweet.
89It's a sweet as turns to bitter,
90 Like the bitterness of gall,
91And the winner knows 'e's losin'
92 If 'e stops to think at all.
93I suppose this ain't the spirit
94 Of the Patriotic man.
95Didn't ought to do no thinkin',
96 Soldiers just kill all they can.
97But we carn't 'elp thinkin' sometimes,
98 Though our business is to kill,
99War 'as turned us into butchers,
100 But we're only 'uman still.
101Gawd knows well I ain't no thinker,
102 And I never knew before,
103But I knows now why I'm fightin',
104 It's to put an end to war.
105Not to make my country richer
106 Or to keep her flag unfurled,
107Over every other nation
108 Tyrant mistress of the world.
109Not to boast of Britain's glory,
110 Bought by bloodshed in her wars,
111But that Peace may shine about her,
112 As the sea shines round her shores.
113If ole Fritz believes in fightin',
114 And obeys 'is War Lord's will,
115Well until 'e stops believin',
116 It's my job to fight and kill.
117But the Briton ain't no butcher,
118 'E's a peaceful cove at 'eart,
119And it's only 'cause 'e 'as to,
120 That 'e plays the butcher's part.
121'Cause I 'as to -- that's the reason
122 Why I done the likes o' this,
123You're an understanding woman,
124 And you won't refuse your kiss.
125Women pity soldiers' sorrow,
126 That can bring no son to birth,
127Only death and devastation,
128 Darkness over all the earth.
129We won't 'ave no babe to cuddle,
130 Like a blessing to the breast,
131We'll just 'ave a bloody mem'ry
132 To disturb us when we rest.
133But the kids will someday bless us,
134 When they grows up British men,
135'Cause we tamed the Prussian tyrant,
136 And brought Peace to earth again.
1] The Cockney accent often drops final consonants (e.g., `f' in "of" and `g' in "scrapping") and initial `h' and `th' (e.g., "'em", "'opes", "is", "'ead").
3] wiv: with.
6] The speaker stands over the still-living body of a German soldier whom he has bayoneted and waits for the British medic to arrive.
14] sich: such.
17] dahn: down.
25] Fritz: nickname for a German soldier, Friedrich.
26] gloamin': dusk.
42] arsked: asked.
48] Boche: German.
53] The italicized lines appear to be the speaker's silent thoughts as he looks down at the bayonetted German soldier and strikes him. 'Struth: God's truth.
59] "Those [men] who persist in war and glory." gas on: `go on with' (OED "go" v. 86).
60] Oughter: Ought to.
62] seed: saw. the test: natural childbirth.
75] allus: always.
81] bullocks: steers.
84] dunno: do not know.
118] cove: chap, fellow.
Online text copyright © 2003, Ian Lancashire for the Department
of English, University of Toronto.
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University of Toronto Libraries.
Original text: "Woodbine Willie," M.C., C.F. [Rev. G. A.
Studdert Kennedy], Rough Rhymes of a
Padre (London: Hodder and Stoughton,
1919): 75-80. 1919(5) 85 Cambridge University Library
First publication date:
RPO poem editor: Ian Lancashire
RP edition: 2003
Recent editing: 1:2003/8/10
Rhyme: abcbdefe ...
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