Skaal

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While they struggle on exhausted,
  While they plough through bog and flood,
While they drag their sick and wounded
  Where the tracks are drenched with blood;
While the Fates seemed joined to crush her
  And her bravest hearts lie low,
I might sing one song for Russia,
  Even though she be our foe.
  Still be generous to foemen,
  And have charity for all—
  Right or wrong, fill up the wine cup;
  ‘Skaal!’ unto all brave men—‘Skaal!’

While they suffer, cold and hungry,
  All the heart-break of defeat,
And the twice heroic rearguard
  Grimly holds the grim retreat;
While they fight the last alive on
  Fields where countless corpses are,
We might drop one tear for Ivan,
  Dead for Russia and the Czar!

Sullen grief of boorish brother,
  Sister’s scalding tears that flow,
Choking grief of grey-haired mother,
  Father’s stony face bent low:
Hopeless stare of wife or daughter,
  And the sweetheart dumb and white,
And the far-off fields of slaughter
  Where their Ivan lies to-night.

Even England feared disaster,
  With all Europe in despair,
In the days when Europe’s master
  Baited Bruin in his lair.
Greater nations made submission,
  And a tyrant’s yoke they earned;
But The Man with curbed ambition
  Staggered back while Moscow burned,—

Burned to save the world from ruin
  That dark winter long ago;
Ah! the gaunt and hunted Bruin
  Hugged the tyrant in the snow!
We can cry the crimes of Russia,
  Who know naught of Russia’s work—
We who died to conquer freemen,
  We who fought to save the Turk.

Ah! we well may cant and cackle,
  In the streets and in the clubs,
While the Russia that we know not
  Licks her wounds and feeds her cubs.
But the Fates for ever beckon—
  Every nation has its debt,
And her foes may have to reckon,
  Reckon with ‘der Russland’ yet.

Through long ages slept the Dragon,
  We have roused the ugly beast—
Russia still may stand the vanguard
  Of the West against the East.
And though Ivan sees no farther
  Than to-night through lurid gloom
Every hour he holds Port Arthur
  May postpone the White Man’s doom.

  Right or wrong—whate’er in future
  May this blundering world befall,
  Human kindness will survive it—
  Brothers! ‘Skaal!’ to brave men, ‘Skaal!’

© Henry Lawson