Summer grass is shoulder high once more, / higher than my sons will ever be.
Have you seen men come from the Line,
/ Tottering, doddering, as if bad wine
/ Had drugged their very souls;
The corn was turnin’, hairst was near,
/ But lang afore the scythes could start
/ A sough o’…
Take your risk of life and death
/ Underneath the open sky.
/ Live clean or go out quick –
/ Lads, you’re wanted. Come and…
Anyway, shooting is over bold,
/ Oh, damn you, get back to your trench, you blighter,
/ I really can’t shoot a man with…
No man outlives the grief of war
/ Though he outlive its wreck:
/ Upon the memory a scar
/ Through all his years will ache.
Hame, hame, hame on the truck,
/ the wheels grind their grumly air, …
In his dark room he is finally alone
/ with spools of suffering set out in ordered rows.
/ The only light is red…
Chan fhaca mi Lannes aig Ratasbon
/ no MacGillFhinnein aig Allt Èire
/ no Gill-Ìosa aig Cùil Lodair,
/ ach chunnaic mi Sasannach san Èipheit.
/ Fear beag…
This was the year before the year
/ that collapsed on us, a roof brought down by snow.
/ The year of riding through…
The Silver Tassie
/ Go bring to me a pint o wine,
/ And fill it in a silver tassie;
/ That I may drink, before…
I heard the bells on Christmas Day
/ Their old, familiar carols play,
/ And wild and sweet