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	Where are those others?—the men who stood~~<br />~~		<poem>
	In the first wild spate of the German flood,~~<br />~~		Where are those others?—the men who stood
	And paid full price with their heart's best blood~~<br />~~		In the first wild spate of the German flood,
	For the saving of you and me:~~<br />~~		And paid full price with their heart's best blood
	French's Contemptibles, haggard and lean,~~<br />~~		For the saving of you and me:
	Allenby's lads of the cavalry screen,~~<br />~~		French's Contemptibles, haggard and lean,
	Gunners who fell in Battery L,~~<br />~~		Allenby's lads of the cavalry screen,
			Gunners who fell in Battery L,
	And Guardsmen of Landrecies?		And Guardsmen of Landrecies?

			Where are those others who fought and fell,
	Where are those others who fought and fell,~~<br />~~		Outmanned, outgunned and scant of shell,
	Outmanned, outgunned and scant of shell,~~<br />~~		On the deadly curve of the Ypres hell,
	On the deadly curve of the Ypres hell,~~<br />~~		Barring the coast to the last?
	Barring the coast to the last?~~<br />~~		Where are our laddies who died out there,
	Where are our laddies who died out there,~~<br />~~		From Poelcapelle to Festubert,
	From Poelcapelle to Festubert,~~<br />~~		When the days grew short and the poplars bare
	When the days grew short and the poplars bare~~<br />~~
	In the cold November blast?		In the cold November blast?

			For us their toil and for us their pain,
	For us their toil and for us their pain,~~<br />~~		The sordid ditch in the sodden plain,
	The sordid ditch in the sodden plain,~~<br />~~		The Flemish fog and the driving rain,
	The Flemish fog and the driving rain,~~<br />~~		The cold that cramped and froze;
	The cold that cramped and froze;~~<br />~~		The weary night, the chill bleak day,
	The weary night, the chill bleak day,~~<br />~~		When earth was dark and sky was grey,
	When earth was dark and sky was grey,~~<br />~~		And the ragged weeds in the dripping clay
	And the ragged weeds in the dripping clay~~<br />~~
	Were all God's world to those.		Were all God's world to those.

			Where are those others in this glad time,
	Where are those others in this glad time,~~<br />~~		When the standards wave and the joy-bells chime,
	When the standards wave and the joy-bells chime,~~<br />~~		And London stands with outstretched hands
	And London stands with outstretched hands~~<br />~~		Waving her children in?
	Waving her children in?~~<br />~~		Athwart our joy still comes the thought
	Athwart our joy still comes the thought~~<br />~~		Of the dear dead boys, whose lives have bought
	Of the dear dead boys, whose lives have bought~~<br />~~		All that sweet victory has brought
	All that sweet victory has brought~~<br />~~
	To us who lived to win.		To us who lived to win.

			To each his dreams, and mine to me,
	To each his dreams, and mine to me,~~<br />~~		But as the shadows fall I see
	But as the shadows fall I see~~<br />~~		That ever-glorious company—
	That ever-glorious company—~~<br />~~		The men who bide out there.
	The men who bide out there.~~<br />~~		Rifleman, Highlander, Fusilier,
	Rifleman, Highlander, Fusilier,~~<br />~~		Airman and Sapper and Grenadier,
	Airman and Sapper and Grenadier,~~<br />~~		With flaunting banner and wave and cheer,
	With flaunting banner and wave and cheer,~~<br />~~
	They flow through the darkening air.		They flow through the darkening air.

			And yours are there, and so are mine,
	And yours are there, and so are mine,~~<br />~~		Rank upon rank and line on line,
	Rank upon rank and line on line,~~<br />~~		With smiling lips and eyes that shine,
	With smiling lips and eyes that shine,~~<br />~~		And bearing proud and high.
	And bearing proud and high.~~<br />~~		Past they go with their measured tread,
	Past they go with their measured tread,~~<br />~~		These are the victors, these—the dead!
	These are the victors, these—the dead!~~<br />~~		Ah, sink the knee and bare the head
	Ah, sink the knee and bare the head~~<br />~~
	As the hallowed host goes by!		As the hallowed host goes by!
			</poem>

TCDE-Team at 21:51, 16 June 2024

2024-06-16T21:51:19Z

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''Those Others'' is a poem written by [[Arthur Conan Doyle]] first published in the [[Daily Express]] on 23 july 1919, and collected in [[The Guards Came Through and Other Poems]] on 16 december 1919.

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== Editions ==

* in ''[[Daily Express]]'' (23 july 1919 [UK])
* in ''[[The Guards Came Through and Other Poems]]'' (16 december 1919, [[John Murray]] [UK])
* in ''[[The Guards Came Through and Other Poems]]'' (1920, [[George H. Doran Co.]] [US])

== Those Others ==
[[File:Daily-express-1919-07-23-p4-those-others.jpg|thumb|250px|right|[[Daily Express]] (23 july 1919, p. 4)]]

Where are those others?—the men who stood 
In the first wild spate of the German flood, 
And paid full price with their heart's best blood 
For the saving of you and me: 
French's Contemptibles, haggard and lean, 
Allenby's lads of the cavalry screen, 
Gunners who fell in Battery L, 
And Guardsmen of Landrecies?

Where are those others who fought and fell, 
Outmanned, outgunned and scant of shell, 
On the deadly curve of the Ypres hell, 
Barring the coast to the last? 
Where are our laddies who died out there, 
From Poelcapelle to Festubert, 
When the days grew short and the poplars bare 
In the cold November blast?

For us their toil and for us their pain, 
The sordid ditch in the sodden plain, 
The Flemish fog and the driving rain, 
The cold that cramped and froze; 
The weary night, the chill bleak day, 
When earth was dark and sky was grey, 
And the ragged weeds in the dripping clay 
Were all God's world to those.

Where are those others in this glad time, 
When the standards wave and the joy-bells chime, 
And London stands with outstretched hands 
Waving her children in? 
Athwart our joy still comes the thought 
Of the dear dead boys, whose lives have bought 
All that sweet victory has brought 
To us who lived to win.

To each his dreams, and mine to me, 
But as the shadows fall I see 
That ever-glorious company— 
The men who bide out there. 
Rifleman, Highlander, Fusilier, 
Airman and Sapper and Grenadier, 
With flaunting banner and wave and cheer, 
They flow through the darkening air.

And yours are there, and so are mine, 
Rank upon rank and line on line, 
With smiling lips and eyes that shine, 
And bearing proud and high. 
Past they go with their measured tread, 
These are the victors, these—the dead! 
Ah, sink the knee and bare the head 
As the hallowed host goes by!

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