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	''Comrades'' is a poem written by [[Arthur Conan Doyle]] first published in [[The Poems of Arthur Conan Doyle]] by [[John Murray]] on 21 september 1922.		''Comrades'' is a poem written by [[Arthur Conan Doyle]] first published in [[The Poems of Arthur Conan Doyle]] by [[John Murray]] on 21 september 1922.


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	== Comrades ==		== Comrades ==

	You can read their names in the list of games~~<br />~~		<poem>
	In the school of long ago.~~<br />~~		You can read their names in the list of games
	Henderson A. and Wilson J.~~<br />~~		In the school of long ago.
			Henderson A. and Wilson J.
	And Marriott W. O.		And Marriott W. O.

			They ragged and fought as schoolboys ought,
	They ragged and fought as schoolboys ought,~~<br />~~		And learned to play the game.
	And learned to play the game.~~<br />~~		You can act the fool at an English school,
	You can act the fool at an English school,~~<br />~~		But it builds you all the same.
	But it builds you all the same.~~<br />~~		Verses you plan which fail to scan
	Verses you plan which fail to scan~~<br />~~		And your French is none too good,
	And your French is none too good,~~<br />~~		But you learn to shape as a gentleman,
	But you learn to shape as a gentleman,~~<br />~~
	And to do as a Briton should.		And to do as a Briton should.

			For there's something there, in the sober air,
	For there's something there, in the sober air,~~<br />~~		And the reek of the mellow place.
	And the reek of the mellow place.~~<br />~~		Which seems to hold the instincts old.
	Which seems to hold the instincts old.~~<br />~~		And the soul of an ancient race.
	And the soul of an ancient race.~~<br />~~		Where Latin and Greek are far to seek
	Where Latin and Greek are far to seek~~<br />~~		There is home-made lore for you.
	There is home-made lore for you.~~<br />~~		The thing that's fair, and the thing that's square,
	The thing that's fair, and the thing that's square,~~<br />~~
	And the thing no chap can do.		And the thing no chap can do.

			Gothic and grim, in the transept dim
	Gothic and grim, in the transept dim~~<br />~~		Of the chapel grey and old
	Of the chapel grey and old~~<br />~~		There's a marbled shrine where line on line
	There's a marbled shrine where line on line~~<br />~~		The dead boys' names are scrolled.
	The dead boys' names are scrolled.~~<br />~~		They gave their dreams of what might be
	They gave their dreams of what might be~~<br />~~		For the sake of the things that are,
	For the sake of the things that are,~~<br />~~		When the joyous strife of their glad young life
	When the joyous strife of their glad young life~~<br />~~
	Had changed to the strife of war.		Had changed to the strife of war.

			But there they be, the comrades three,
	But there they be, the comrades three,~~<br />~~		As in the long ago,
	As in the long ago,~~<br />~~		Henderson A. and Wilson J.
	Henderson A. and Wilson J.~~<br />~~
	And Marriott W. O.		And Marriott W. O.
			</poem>

TCDE-Team at 11:54, 18 August 2016

2016-08-18T11:54:26Z

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''Comrades'' is a poem written by [[Arthur Conan Doyle]] first published in [[The Poems of Arthur Conan Doyle]] by [[John Murray]] on 21 september 1922.

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== Editions ==

* in ''[[The Poems of Arthur Conan Doyle]] - Collected Edition'' (21 september 1922, [[John Murray]] [UK])
* in ''[[The Poems of Arthur Conan Doyle]] - Collected Edition'' (14 september 1928, [[John Murray]] [UK])

== Comrades ==

You can read their names in the list of games 
In the school of long ago. 
Henderson A. and Wilson J. 
And Marriott W. O.

They ragged and fought as schoolboys ought, 
And learned to play the game. 
You can act the fool at an English school, 
But it builds you all the same. 
Verses you plan which fail to scan 
And your French is none too good, 
But you learn to shape as a gentleman, 
And to do as a Briton should.

For there's something there, in the sober air, 
And the reek of the mellow place. 
Which seems to hold the instincts old. 
And the soul of an ancient race. 
Where Latin and Greek are far to seek 
There is home-made lore for you. 
The thing that's fair, and the thing that's square, 
And the thing no chap can do.

Gothic and grim, in the transept dim 
Of the chapel grey and old 
There's a marbled shrine where line on line 
The dead boys' names are scrolled. 
They gave their dreams of what might be 
For the sake of the things that are, 
When the joyous strife of their glad young life 
Had changed to the strife of war.

But there they be, the comrades three, 
As in the long ago, 
Henderson A. and Wilson J. 
And Marriott W. O.

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