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# A Selection of Original Songs, Scraps, Etc., by Ned Farmer/The Blind Boy

The Blind Boy.
From murky clouds, fast hurtling round, Bursts the loud thunder's deafening sound; Quick follows each electric flash, Roar after roar, crash after crash! While torrent-like the rain doth pour,— "Who comes in such a fearful hour?" 'Tis poor Old Martha's withered form, Thus braves the fury of the storm. See! with unequal, hurried tread, Uncovered too, that aged head: What can have happen'd? what's amiss? To bring her through a storm like this! Run! Harry, to the door and see, What the poor creature's troubles be! (Thus said the father to the son.) The boy with willing haste hath run,
And ope'd the door to one whose face Bore sorrow's past and present trace. "Why Martha?" (thus began the boy,) "Why look so pale? What makes you cry?" "Oh! Master Henry! oh!" she said, "My child! my poor blind child is dead! Struck, struck by lightning,"—then on the floor, She shuddering fell, to rise no more! Of friends, of fortune, long bereft, With only that one heartstay left: That son to whom she 'd given birth Was all that bound the wretch to earth. For him, she 'd labour'd long, had borne This world's privations, and its scorn! For those who know her history tell She "Loved not wisely but too well!" That sightless pledge her only joy, Her poor, her blind, neglected boy! Now, all was ended, this sad blow Fill'd to the brim her cup of woe. Enough of life was left to tell The death of him she 'd loved so well. This latest, saddest, grief express'd, Her broken spirit sunk to rest!
# A Selection of Original Songs, Scraps, Etc., by Ned Farmer/The Gypsy Mother

The Gypsy Mother.
Published as a song, 1846.
The music by Stephen Glover, Esq.
She sat, the statue of despair, Her silken black dishevell'd hair In wild disorder hung, while she Bowed 'neath her load of misery. Her deeply dark, yet tearless eye Was prayer-like lifted to the sky, As she, in piteous accents wild, Bewail'd her dying vagrant child.
It was a Gipsy's form and face, Who in that wild and lonely place, Had sat her down in madness, o'er The fever'd creature that she bore. Oh! 'twas a saddening sight, to see The mother's yearning agony, As she, in piteous accents wild Bewail'd her dying vagrant child.
And see! she clasps, with trembling arm, In maniac hope to keep it warm, The Babe that ne'er again may stir, And yet that Babe was all to her. Where be her kindred? where its sire? To sooth her blighted brain of fire; Heard ye that piercing outcry wild? She knows 'tis dead—that Gipsy Child!
I wish fervently that mankind were obliged to make into parcels all (or most of) the unasked advice they give. I rather opine that the cost of the paper and string, together with the trouble of directing, would put a partial stop to its indulgences.
# A Selection of Original Songs, Scraps, Etc., by Ned Farmer/The Marchioness of Lorn

The Marchioness of Lorn.
Written on the marriage of the Lady Elizabeth Gower to the Marquis of Lorn, July 31, 1844.
Again, glad Marriage bells are ringing! Sounds of joy each breeze is bringing; Banished hence, be grief and care, The Gower hath wed with Campbell's heir! True loving hearts, and noble hands Are joined in holy wedlock's bands! Again, from Trentham's Ducal Tree, Scotland, a branch we give to thee!
Son of the mighty Campbell's race, Thou 'rt welcome in thy pride of place; In proof of which, is given thee, In all its native purity, A priceless pearl! a costly gem! Would grace a royal diadem! A heart where only virtues live, This, Marquis, is the Gem we give!
And, now, uprouse the joyous strain, Let only mirth and pleasure reign; Raise high your goblets fill'd with wine, The Thistle and the Rose entwine; May their bright path be strewn with flowers, Their life one round of blissful hours; May heaven's blessing e'er betide "The Campbell" and his lovely Bride!
In making our arrangements to live, we should never forget that we have also to die.
# A Selection of Original Songs, Scraps, Etc., by Ned Farmer/The Passing Bell

The Passing Bell.
Hark! where the Passing Bell, with mournful tone, Tells, that again the tyrant's work is done; Another victim to stern Fate's decree, Has met a doom fast hurrying on towards thee! Prepare to meet it, for no earthly power May set aside that doom for one brief hour; Slowly perchance, but surely, on it comes, Beckoning creation to their long, last homes! Yet comes undreaded, by the well-schooled soul, Who holds it harbinger of that blest goal, The glad abode of Him, whose perfect love, Awaits the souls of faithful ones above. Strong in belief of Him who died to save, The trusting Christian smiling meets his grave. Turn, then, Oh ! turn to Him, alone hath power to give An angel's courage when you die, and peace while yet you live: In meekness bend thy knee, commence the needful task, Beg heaven's pardon for your sins, while you have strength to ask!
# A Selection of Original Songs, Scraps, Etc., by Ned Farmer/Success to thee, Old England

Success to thee, Old England.
Here's success to thee, Old England, Success to thee, and then, A health to those brave sons of thine, The gallant Englishmen; For warmer hearts have never throbb'd, Nor braver ever been, Than those who form in phalanx warm The bulwark of thy Queen.
Then success to thee, Old England, For whate'er thy errors be, Thou still art known from zone to zone, As the dauntless and the free; And who but thee, Old England, Thou merciful as brave, Performed that heavenly mission, Which gave freedom to the slave?
So, success to thee, Old England, Who, 'mong thy blessings rare, Hast still one toast, proud Briton's boast, "Thy bright eyed Daughters fair!" And should oppressive foemen dare 'Gainst thee to lift a hand, Thy sons shall show the love they owe To thee, their native land!
Hypocricy is a masquerade dress lent by the Devil, which will be expected to be personally returned by the wearer.
Unpretended Love, Disinterested Friendship, Political Honesty, and Tortoiseshell Tom Cats, are four things rarely to be met with.
# A Selection of Original Songs, Scraps, Etc., by Ned Farmer/The Alarm

The Alarm.
Starting from troubled sleep in wild affright, What piercing screams disturb the peaceful night? List! 'tis a smother'd cry salutes mine ear, And now a stifled groan begets new fear,— I hear strange voices, and the hurrying tread Of many people; hark! they say "He's Dead!" The gleam of crackling fire, with glare around, Adds to the horror of each dreadful sound; They call for water!—I can bear no more, Cold perspiration starts from every pore! With frenzied haste the window up I threw, A half-scorched body met my sickening view— The truth revealing, quick I turned away— Our neighbour Perkins killed his pig that day!
They do things well, who never try; Right clever folks, those standers-by!
# A Selection of Original Songs, Scraps, Etc., by Ned Farmer/The Fair Maid of Trentham

The Fair Maid of Trentham.
Written on the marriage of Lady Evelyn Gower with Lord Blantyre, 1849.
Let the cannon's loud roar to the bells' tuneful peal, Tell forth in glad chorus, the joy that we feel: Let echo, with notes of delight, swell the choir, For the "Fair Maid of Trentham" is "Lady Blantyre."
See Scotia's famed land of the mountain and wave, At the the shrine of our fairest hath yeilded her brave: Far blest above others, be ever that hour, When the blood of the Stewart was blent with the Gower.
All hail to the Trentham! beneath whose proud dome, Meek pity and charity both find a home; Where Cupid hath lit Hymen's holiest fire, Forging fetters of love for the Lord of Blantyre.
Daughter of Sutherland, bright be thy brow, By sorrows unclouded, and sunny as now; Thy grief never greater than 'tis at this hour: God bless thee! thou beautiful child of the Gower.
Come, fill up the wine cup, fill, fill to the brim, On its surface let prayers for their happiness swim; May heaven's protection and best gifts conspire To bless the Young Lord and the Lady Blantyre!
# A treasury of war poetry, British and American poems of the world war, 1914-1919/To the Memory of Field-Marshal Earl Roberts

TO THE MEMORY OF FIELD-MARSHAL EARL ROBERTS
OF KANDAHAR AND PRETORIA
Born, 1832. Died, on Service at the Front, Nov. 14th, 1914.
[Reprinted by permission of the Proprietors of Punch.]
HE died, as soldiers die, amid the strife, Mindful of England in his latest prayer; God, of His love, would have so fair a life Crowned with a death as fair.
​He might not lead the battle as of old, But, as of old, among his own he went, Breathing a faith that never once grew cold, A courage still unspent.
So was his end; and, in that hour, across The face of War a wind of silence blew, And bitterest foes paid tribute to the loss Of a great heart and true.
But we who loved him, what have we to lay For sign of worship on his warrior-bier? What homage, could his lips but speak to-day, Would he have held most dear?
Not grief, as for a life untimely reft; Not vain regret for counsel given in vain; Not pride of that high record he had left, Peerless and pure of stain;
But service of our lives to keep her free, The land he served; a pledge above his grave To give her even such a gift as he, The soul of loyalty, gave.
That oath we plight, as now the trumpets swell His requiem, and the men-at-arms stand mute, And through the mist the guns he loved so well Thunder a last salute!
Owen Seaman
[From Life and Living. Copyright, 1917, by George H. Doran Company.]
# A treasury of war poetry, British and American poems of the world war, 1914-1919/Trafalgar Square

THE WOUNDED
TRAFALGAR SQUARE
FOOL that I was! my heart was sore, Yea, sick for the myriad wounded men, The maim'd in the war: I had grief for each one: And I came in the gay September sun To the open smile of Trafalgar Square, Where many a lad with a limb foredone Loll'd by the lion-guarded column That holdeth Nelson statued thereon Upright in the air.
The Parliament towers, and the Abbey towers, The white Horseguards and grey Whitehall, He looketh on all, Past Somerset House and the river's bend To the pillar'd dome of St. Paul, That slumbers, confessing God's solemn blessing On Britain's glory, to keep it ours— While children true her prowess renew And throng from the ends of the earth to defend Freedom and honour—till Earth shall end.
The gentle unjealous Shakespeare, I trow, In his country grave of peaceful fame Must feel exiled from life and glow, If he thinks of this man with his warrior claim, Who looketh on London as if 'twere his own, As he standeth in stone, aloft and alone, Sailing the sky, with one arm and one eye.
Robert Bridges
October, 1917.
# A treasury of war poetry, British and American poems of the world war, 1914-1919/Transport

TRANSPORT
(Courcelles)
THE moon swims in milkiness, The road glimmers curving down into the wooded valley, And with a clashing and creaking of tackle and axles The train of limbers passes me, and the mules Splash me with mud, thrusting me from the road into puddles, Straining at the tackle with a bitter patience, Passing me. . . . And into a patch of moonlight, With beautiful curved necks and manes, Heads reined back, and nostrils dilated, Impatient of restraint, Pass two grey stallions, Such as Oenetia bred; Beautiful as the horses of Hippolytus Carven on some antique frieze. And my heart rejoices seeing their strength in play, The mere animal life of them, Lusting, As a thing passionate and proud.
Then again the limbers and grotesque mules.
Frederic Manning
# A treasury of war poetry, British and American poems of the world war, 1914-1919/To the Oxford Men in the War

TO THE OXFORD MEN IN THE WAR
OFTEN, on afternoons grey and sombre, When clouds lie low and dark with rain, A random bell strikes a chord familiar And I hear the Oxford chimes again. Never I see a swift stream running Cold and full from shore to shore, But I think of Isis, and remember The leaping boat and the throbbing oar.
​O my brothers, my more than brothers— Lost and gone are those days indeed: Where are the bells, the gowns, the voices, All that made us one blood and breed? Gone—and in many an unknown pitfall You have swinked, and died like men— And here I sit in a quiet chamber Writing on paper with a pen.
O my brothers, my more than brothers— Big, intolerant, gallant boys! Going to war as into a boat-race, Full of laughter and fond of noise! I can imagine your smile; how eager, Nervous for the suspense to be done— And I remember the Iffley meadows, The crew alert for the starting gun.
Old grey city, O dear grey city, How young we were, and how close to Truth! We envied no one, we hated no one, All was magical to our youth. Still, in the hall of the Triple Roses, The cannel casts its ruddy span, And still the garden gate discloses The message Manners Makyth Man.
Then I recall that an Oxford college, Setting a stone for those who have died, Nobly remembered all her children— Even those on the German side. That was Oxford! and that was England! Fight your enemy, fight him square; But in justice, honour, and pity Even the enemy has his share.
Christopher Morley
November, 1916.
[From Songs for a Little House. Copyright, 1916, by George H. Doran Company.]
# A treasury of war poetry, British and American poems of the world war, 1914-1919/To the United States of America

AMERICA
TO THE UNITED STATES OF AMERICA
BROTHERS in blood! They who this wrong began To wreck our commonwealth, will rue the day When first they challenged freemen to the fray, And with the Briton dared the American. Now we are pledged to win the Rights of man; Labour and Justice now shall have their way, And in a League of Peace—God grant we may— Transform the earth, not patch up the old plan.
Sure is our hope since he who led your nation Spake for mankind, and ye arose in awe Of that high call to work the world's salvation; Clearing your minds of all estranging blindness In the vision of Beauty and the Spirit's law, Freedom and Honour and sweet Lovingkindness.
Robert Bridges
April 30, 1917.
# A treasury of war poetry, British and American poems of the world war, 1914-1919/Two Sonnets

TWO SONNETS
I
SAINTS have adored the lofty soul of you. Poets have whitened at your high renown. We stand among the many millions who Do hourly wait to pass your pathway down. You, so familiar, once were strange: we tried To live as of your presence unaware. But now in every road on every side We see your straight and steadfast signpost there.
​I think it like that signpost in my land, Hoary and tall, which pointed me to go Upward, into the hills, on the right hand, Where the mists swim and the winds shriek and blow, A homeless land and friendless, but a land I did not know and that I wished to know.
II
Such, such is Death: no triumph: no defeat: Only an empty pail, a slate rubbed clean, A merciful putting away of what has been.
And this we know: Death is not Life effete, Life crushed, the broken pail. We who have seen So marvellous things know well the end not yet.
Victor and vanquished are a-one in death: Coward and brave: friend, foe. Ghosts do not say, "Come, what was your record when you drew breath?" But a big blot has hid each yesterday So poor, so manifestly incomplete. And your bright Promise, withered long and sped, Is touched, stirs, rises, opens and grows sweet And blossoms and is you, when you are dead.
Charles Hamilton Sorley
June 12, 1915.
# A treasury of war poetry, British and American poems of the world war, 1914-1919/Valley of the Shadow

VALLEY OF THE SHADOW
GOD, I am travelling out to death's sea, I, who exulted in sunshine and laughter, Thought not of dying death—is such waste of me! Grant me one comfort: Leave not the hereafter Of mankind to war, as though I had died not— I, who in battle, my comrade's arm linking, Shouted and sang—life in my pulses hot Throbbing and dancing! Let not my sinking In dark be for naught, my death a vain thing! God, let me know it the end of man's fever! Make my last breath a bugle call, carrying Peace o'er the valleys and cold hills, for ever!
John Galsworthy
[From A Sheaf. Copyright, 1916, by Charles Scribner's Sons.]
# A treasury of war poetry, British and American poems of the world war, 1914-1919/To the Fallen

TO THE FALLEN
OUT of the flame-scarred night one came to me And whispered, "He is dead." . . . But I, who find Thy resurrection in each noble mind, Thy soul in every deed of chivalry, I can but think, while lives nobility, While honour lights a path for humankind, While aught is beautiful, or aught enshrined, Death hath o'ertaken but not conquered thee.
​Until all loveliness shall pass away, Until the darkness dies no more in dawn, Until the lustre of the stars is shed, Till no dream mocks the madness of the fray, Till love has learnt to leer and pride to fawn, Till heaven is sunk in hell—thou are not dead.
Claude Houghton
# A treasury of war poetry, British and American poems of the world war, 1914-1919/Trench Duty

TRENCH DUTY
SHAKEN from sleep, and numbed and scarce awake, Out in the trench with three hours' watch to take, I blunder through the splashing mirk; and then Hear the gruff muttering voices of the men Crouching in cabins candle-chinked with light. Hark! There's the big bombardment on our right Rumbling and bumping; and the dark's a glare Of flickering horror in the sectors where We raid the Boche; men waiting, stiff and chilled, Or crawling on their bellies through the wire. "What? Stretcher-bearers wanted? Some one killed?" Five minutes ago I heard a sniper fire: Why did he do it? . . . Starlight overhead— Blank stars. I'm wide-awake; and some chap's dead.
Siegfried Sassoon
# Administrative Code of 1987/Book IV/Title VII/Chapter 5

Source: Supplement to the Official Gazette. Vol. 83, No. 38. Manila. National Printing Office. 1987. p. 131.
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Chapter 5—Regional Offices
Sec. 24. Regional Offices, District Offices and Provincial Extension Units.—The Department is hereby authorized to establish, operate and maintain such Department-wide Regional Offices, District Offices and Provincial Extension Units in each of the administrative regions of the country, insofar as necessary to promote economy and efficiency in the delivery of its services. Its Regional Office shall be headed by a Regional Director who shall have supervision and control thereof. The Regional Director, whenever necessary, shall be assisted by an Assistant Regional Director. A Regional Office shall have, within its regional areas, the following functions:
    (1) Implement laws, policies, plans, programs, projects, rules and regulations of the Department;
    (2) Provide economical, efficient and effective service to the people;
    (3) Coordinate with regional offices of other departments and agencies;
    (4) Coordinate with local government units; and
    (5) Perform such other functions as may be provided by law or assigned by the Secretary.
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# Administrative Code of 1987/Book IV/Title VII/Chapter 6

Source: Supplement to the Official Gazette. Vol. 83, No. 38. Manila. National Printing Office. 1987. p. 131.
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Chapter 6—Attached Agencies
Sec. 25. Attached Agencies.—The following agencies are attached to the Department for policy and program coordination and administrative supervision:
    (1) National Wages Council;
    (2) Philippine Overseas Employment Administration;
    (3) Employees' Compensation Commission (ECC) which shall include the Executive Director of the ECC as an ex officio member of the Commission;
    (4) The National Manpower and Youth Council;
    (5) The National Labor Relations Commission;
    (6) Overseas Workers' Welfare Administration;
    (7) Maritime Training Council; and
    (8) National Maritime Polytechnic.
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# Administrative Code of 1987/Book IV/Title VII/Chapter 2

Source: Supplement to the Official Gazette. Vol. 83, No. 38. Manila. National Printing Office. 1987. p. 124.
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Chapter 2—Department Proper
Sec. 5. Office of the Secretary.—The Office of the Secretary shall consist of the Secretary and his immediate staff.
Sec. 6. Joint RP-US Labor Committee Staff.—There is hereby created in the Office of the Secretary a Joint RP-US Labor Committee Staff which shall provide technical and other necessary services to the Philippine panel in the Joint Labor Committee created under the RP-US Base Labor Agreement and for other special projects. The unit shall be headed by a Head Executive Assistant who shall be assisted by five (5) staff assistants.
Sec. 7. Undersecretary.—The Secretary shall be assisted by not more than four (4) Undersecretaries who shall be appointed by the President upon the recommendation of the Secretary. The Secretary is hereby authorized to delineate and assign the respective functional areas of responsibility of the Undersecretaries.
Sec. 8. Assistant Secretaries.—The Secretary shall likewise be assisted by not more than four (4) Assistant Secretaries who shall be appointed by the President upon the recommendation of the Secretary. The Secretary is hereby authorized to delineate and assign the respective areas of functional responsibility of the Assistant Secretaries. Within his functional area of responsibility, the Assistant Secretary shall assist the Secretary and Undersecretaries in the formulation, determination and implementation of laws, policies, plans, programs and projects on labor and shall oversee the day-to-day administration and supervision of the constituent units of the Department.
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# Administrative Code of 1987/Book IV/Title VIII/Subtitle I

Source: Supplement to the Official Gazette. Vol. 83, No. 38. Manila. National Printing Office. 1987. pp. 132–135.
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Subtitle I—Preliminary Provisions
* Chapter 1—National Defense Policies
* Chapter 2—National Security Council
* Chapter 3—National Intelligence Coordinating Agency
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# Administrative Code of 1987/Book IV/Title VIII

Source: Supplement to the Official Gazette. Vol. 83, No. 38. Manila. National Printing Office. 1987. pp. 132–151.
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Title VIII—NATIONAL DEFENSE
* Subtitle I—Preliminary Provisions
* Subtitle II—Department of National Defense
* Subtitle III—The National Police Commission
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