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<strong>The</strong> Ballad <strong>of</strong> <strong>Elsie</strong> <strong>Inglis</strong><br />
By Liz Lochhead, Scots Makar<br />
1.<br />
1864. <strong>Elsie</strong> Maud <strong>Inglis</strong>, in India<br />
Was born, seventh child, favourite daughter<br />
Of a most enlightened father --<br />
Despite his being a servant <strong>of</strong> the Empire,<br />
Of the Raj and Queen Victoria.<br />
Wee <strong>Elsie</strong> wanted to cure the whole wide world.<br />
Blotches big and red as poppies<br />
Were the pockmarks and the mock-measles<br />
That she painted on her dollies.<br />
Daily she washed <strong>of</strong>f the paint<br />
From the dollies’ faces,<br />
Daily she disinfected the dollies<br />
In all the dollies wounded places.<br />
Daily she tended to her dollies,<br />
Daily the dollies got better.<br />
<strong>Elsie</strong>’s (gentle) mother and <strong>Elsie</strong>’s (just) father<br />
Had nothing but kisses and yeses<br />
When <strong>Elsie</strong> told them: ‘I am going to be a doctor’.<br />
1886. Grown-up, back in Scotland,<br />
Soon as her medical training began<br />
<strong>Elsie</strong> knew she had it in her to be a surgeon
As good as any man.<br />
And many a suffering woman<br />
Would most certainly prefer<br />
(If it came to baring her all beneath th’ surgeon’s knife)<br />
Said knife be wielded by her.<br />
<strong>The</strong>y had to thole tyrannical husbands --<br />
His property, in law -- that was a wife.<br />
He’d the right to refuse her an operation --<br />
Even one to save her life.<br />
Surely everyone saw what <strong>Elsie</strong> saw ?<br />
‘Twould be only common decency<br />
To have female specialists in obstetrics,<br />
Paediatrics and gynaecology?<br />
1894. Doctor <strong>Elsie</strong> <strong>Inglis</strong> founded in Edinburgh<br />
A Women’s Hospital for the Poor.<br />
1914. Somebody shot somebody in Sarajevo<br />
And the whole bloody world was at war.<br />
1914. Britain Needs You! and<br />
Young, green, lads were queueing up to enlist.<br />
<strong>Elsie</strong> <strong>Inglis</strong> saw the necessity<br />
For the doctor she was, for the suffragist.<br />
For patriotic <strong>Elsie</strong> knew she could muster<br />
All-female medical teams who would want
Just as if they were fighting soldiers,<br />
To be risking their lives at the front.<br />
<strong>The</strong>n the injustice <strong>of</strong> further denying women the vote<br />
Would be more than crystal clear.<br />
So <strong>of</strong>f to the Castle, to the RAMC,<br />
Went <strong>Elsie</strong> to volunteer.<br />
<strong>The</strong> man from the War Office smiled at <strong>Elsie</strong><br />
My good lady, go home and sit still.<br />
Did this make <strong>Elsie</strong> <strong>Inglis</strong> angry?<br />
If it did, it was grist to her mill<br />
For <strong>Elsie</strong> smiled back at the man, said nothing.<br />
She really did not want to be rude.<br />
Thought: If my government doesn’t want Women’s Field Hospitals<br />
Surely some other government would?<br />
2.<br />
My good lady, go home and sit still.<br />
But she did not, would not, could not, could she, take no for an<br />
answer?<br />
She was almost fifty years old already, already ill<br />
(Though she kept this close to her chest) with the cancer<br />
She, and only in her last days, swearing her to secrecy,<br />
Confided to Mary, that long-serving hospital-cook she trusted,<br />
She had a…’certain malignancy<br />
She was sure she’d survive and not be bested<br />
By.’-- Oh, the pain it was truly chronic,
It really gave her what for,<br />
And none <strong>of</strong> her nice nieces would ever get to ask her<br />
‘Aunt <strong>Elsie</strong>, what did you do in the war?’<br />
But all this was 1917<br />
And after three long years <strong>of</strong> that terrible War<br />
Throughout which <strong>Elsie</strong>’d always known<br />
Exactly what she was fighting<br />
And what she was fighting for.<br />
Her father’s daughter --<br />
She’d never minded this, just taken it for the compliment<br />
She knew whoever had come out with it<br />
Certainly meant it to be.<br />
But, Edinburgh Castle, the War Office,<br />
1914, that buffoon in charge <strong>of</strong> the RAMC...!<br />
<strong>Elsie</strong> was not his, nor what he would call<br />
Either a lady or good.<br />
That she’d have to get round this damnable obstacle<br />
<strong>Elsie</strong> well understood…