Cricklade First World War Postcard

This image was kindly donated by Cricklade Museum:


My Little Girl (3)

The crimson of the roses growing round the dear old place,

Was mirror’d in her face as, breathless for a space.

There in few and simple words she read with eyes aflame

The story of the deed which brought him fame;

“But though I’ve won the Cross,” he wrote, “I’m prouder

still to-day

To know you’re longing just to hear me say:-

By arrangement with Messrs. Francis, & Hunter, the Publishers of the Music.

Bamforth Copyright


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