Start of Dungaree recruitment march, 1915, SLQ Neg 110517

The great recruiting march, Warwick to Brisbane, has begun.

Rub! Dub! R-r-rub-dub-dub!
Rub! Dub! R-r-rub-dub-dub!
March! March! 'Tis the Empire's drum!
Come! Come! It is calling "Come!"

Hark the sound of distant music on the silver moon-light air;
'Tis the Empire's heart a-beating, beating, beating everywhere.
We can hear it in the noontide when the sun is at its height
Just as clearly – just as nearly – as we hear it in the night.
They have heard it in the township, they have heard it in the plain,
And the distant hills reverberate its melody again!

March! March! 'Tis the Empire's heart!
Left! Left! Let us do our part!

Far away in dusty Warwick loyal hearts are beating fast,
As they watch a line of embryonic heroes marching past.
There is not a man in Queensland but can hear their kettledrum
With its "Rat-tat! Rat-tat! Rub-a-dub! Come, boys, come!
Have YOU not heard it brother! Is there nought that you can do?
Are you going to let another spend his life protecting you?

March! March! Our cause can't fail!
Left! Left! May right prevail!

As they march along to Brisbane, see the line extending out,
As recruits fall in at Allora and places round about;
What has brought these men from stations and selections and from farms?
'Tis the call of Mother England! See her stretching forth her arms!
Keep your eyes wide open, brother! see afar the brutal Huns!
Will you leave it to the braver men to man the Empire's guns?

March! March! Our cause is just!
Left! Left! in God we trust.

Was there ever more inspiring aim or truer, nobler cause?
You may search the page of history in vain for juster wars.
These men recognise the peril that the Empire's passing through,
And their souls are great to nerve them to the best that man may do.
Will YOU ignore the beating of your own heart, calling "Come!"-
That heart which beats in sympathy with Britain's splendid drum,

March! March! On God and right depend!
Left! Left! We shall conquer in the end!
Rub! Dub! R-r-rub-dub-dub!
Rub! Dub! R-r-rub-dub-dub!

                                         Thomas G Rabbetts (1915)

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Dungarees arrive in Brisbane, 1915, but only attract 1 volunteer

                           By Thomas G Rabbets (1915)


There was only one volunteer after yesterday's great recruiting meeting, held in Market-square, as the climax of the March of the Dungarees. Only 10 per cent of all the recruits have come from Brisbane. 

They come in from the country, they trudge in from the town,
The loyal men, the splendid men, with faces grimly brown;
Not theirs to stick at trifles, in discontent to whine;
Their's but to answer Britain's call and join the fighting line.

Where are ye, men of Brisbane?
Why stand ye thus apart?
Your brothers' deathless courage
Should nerve the faintest heart.
Have ye no thought of duty?
No gratitude at all?
Each true man here must volunteer
At Greater Britain's call.

Men leave the farm – its tillage is secondary now;
Men leave the quiet village to join men from the plough;
They'll fight for God and country until their lives be spent;
But – Brisbane's total quota is a meagre ten per cent!

What do ye, men of Brisbane?
Why stand, ye idly by,
While young men from the country
Go forth to do or die?
Some one must fight for Queensland!
Some one must fight for home!
Across the sea there comes to ye
The clarion call of "Come!"

And when they get to Brisbane to rally great they hold;
Oh see there in Market-square the heroes young and bold.
And when the last appeal is made, the loyal cheering done,
They get a "heartening" response of volunteers – one.

Why linger, men of Brisbane?
Was ever cause so true,
So just, so noble, so devote
As that which calls to you?
Awaken now, dull sluggards!
Have done with sport and fun!
Strike in your might for God and right
   Til victory is won!

                             Thomas G Rabbets (1915)

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The embargo on the use of the hose to water gardens and flowers has been lifted by the Water Board. At Tuesday's meeting it was decided to withdraw all inspectors. We hear with grief of the sad case of a ratepayer who rose at 3.30 on Wednesday morning, watered his garden quietly, and then, reading the Courier, discovered his caution entirely unnecessary. No wonder he said "Damitall!"

The dawn was breaking clear and calm
As, in response to the alarm,
Poor father roused himself from bed
And as he pulled his clothes on said,

He roused the children with a roar
Which sent them frightened to the floor,
For they must help him water plants
Nor stay to brace their daily pants-

An early skeeter nipped his nose
As fumbling felt he for the hose;
For water from the main could be
But taken surreptitiously –

Sons Bill and Jim watched on the fence
Both fore and aft, for evidence
Of an inspector's prying eyes,
To guard against a swift surprise-

He watered slowly, and a mist
The garden's browning glories kissed;
So, if inspectors hove in view,
He could assert 'twas heavy dew-

And sneaking round his property
Just like a thief, he silently
Shed "stolen" water on each blade-
For which he had already "paid"

He came the "Courier"; and so
He called the boys in; stopped the flow;
And read the paper, just to see
The latest Caucus lunacy-

And there he read, at early dawn,
That all inspectors were withdrawn!
And he had toiled on in the dark
We sympathise with his remark-

                                      Thomas G Rabbets  (1917)

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A Peace Vesper

(Written specially for the commemoration of Peace, 1919.)

Peace march Brisbane, July 1919
Peace Procession Brisbane July 1919 1 month after author's death (SLQ Neg 72175) 

For all that makes life fair
We give Thee grateful praise;
For Peace at last, with peril past
We'll thank Thee all our days.

Be near to those who mourn,
And comfort all in pain;
Give perfect rest to souls distressed;
For Jesus' sake. Amen.

                             Thomas G Rabbets (1919)

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