The Ballad of Ensign Joy. Hornung E.W.

the wistful, willowy wisp of

      a girl

      Who never again lost touch.

      THEIR people were most of

      them dead and gone.

      They had only themselves to

      His pay was enough to marry

      upon,

      As every Ensign sees.

      They would muddle along (as

      in fact they did)

      With vast supplies of the tertium

      quid

      You bracket with bread-and-

      cheese.

      please.

      THEY gave him some leave

      after Grosvenor Square —

      And bang went a month on