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Alfred Edward Housman (Альфред Эдвард Хаусман (Хаусмен))


Last Poems. 5. Grenadier


The Queen she sent to look for me,
    The sergeant he did say,
'Young man, a soldier will you be
    For thirteen pence a day?'

For thirteen pence a day did I
    Take off the things I wore,
And I have marched to where I lie,
    And I shall march no more.

My mouth is dry, my shirt is wet,
    My blood runs all away,
So now I shall not die in debt
    For thirteen pence a day.

To-morrow after new young men
    The sergeant he must see,
For things will all be over then
    Between the Queen and me.

And I shall have to bate my price,
    For in the grave, they say,
Is neither knowledge nor device
    Nor thirteen pence a day.



Alfred Edward Housman's other poems:
  1. More Poems. 15. Tarry, Delight; so Seldom Met
  2. More Poems. 25. Yon Flakes that Fret the Eastern Sky
  3. Last Poems. 27. The Sigh That Heaves the Grasses
  4. A Shropshire Lad. 17. Twice a Week the Winter Thorough
  5. More Poems. 17. Bells in Tower at Evening Toll


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