SOLDIER lad, on the sodden ground, <br />Sailor lad on the seas, <br />Can't you hear a little clicketty sound <br />Stealing across on the breeze? <br />It's the knitting-needles singing their song <br />As they twine the khaki or blue, <br />Thousands and thousands and thousands strong, <br />Tommy and Jack, for you. <br /> <br />Click -- click -- click, <br />How they dart and flick, <br />Flashing in the firelight to and fro! <br />Now for purl and plain, <br />Round and round again, <br />Knitting love and luck in every row. <br /> <br />The busy hands may be rough or white, <br />The fingers gouty or slim, <br />The careful eyes may be youthfully bright, <br />Or they may be weary and dim, <br />Lady and workgirl, young and old, <br />They've all got one end in view, <br />Knitting warm comforts against the cold, <br />Tommy and Jack, for you. <br /> <br />Knitting away by the midnight oil, <br />Knitting when day begins, <br />Lads, in the stress of your splendid toil, <br />Can't you hear the song of the pins? <br />Clicketty, click -- through the wind and the foam <br />It's telling the boys over there <br />That every 'woolly' that comes from home <br />Brings a smile and a hope and a prayer. <br /> <br />Click -- click -- click, <br />How they dart and flick, <br />Flashing in the firelight to and fro! <br />Now for purl and plain, <br />Round and round again, <br />Knitting love and luck in every row.<br /><br />Jessie Pope<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-knitting-song/
