In valleys green and still Where lovers wander maying, They hear from over hill A music playing. Behind the drum and fife, Past [hawthorn wood]1 and hollow, Through earth and out of life, The soldiers follow. The soldier's is the trade: In any wind or weather He steals the heart of maid And man together. The lover and his lass Beneath the hawthorn lying Have heard the soldiers pass, And both are sighing. And down the distance they, With dying note and swelling, Walk the resounding way To the still dwelling.
The Ludlow Cycle
Song Cycle by Leslie Russell
?. In valleys green and still  [sung text not yet checked]
Language: English
Text Authorship:
- by Alfred Edward Housman (1859 - 1936), no title, appears in Last Poems, no. 7, first published 1922
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View original text (without footnotes)1 in some editions of Housman, this is "hawthornwood"
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?. Oh stay at home, my lad, and plough  [sung text not yet checked]
Language: English
Oh stay at home, my lad, and plough The land and not the sea, And leave the soldiers at their drill, And all about the idle hill Shepherd your sheep with me. Oh stay with company and mirth And daylight and the air; Too full already is the grave Of fellows that were good and brave And died because they were.
Text Authorship:
- by Alfred Edward Housman (1859 - 1936), no title, appears in Last Poems, no. 38, first published 1922
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Researcher for this text: Emily Ezust [Administrator]?. Now dreary dawns the eastern light  [sung text not yet checked]
Language: English
Now dreary dawns the eastern light, And fall of eve is drear, And cold the poor man lies at night, And so goes out the year. Little is the luck I've had, And oh, 'tis comfort small To think that many another lad Has had no luck at all.
Text Authorship:
- by Alfred Edward Housman (1859 - 1936), appears in Last Poems, no. 28, first published 1922
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Researcher for this text: Emily Ezust [Administrator]?. When I would muse in boyhood  [sung text not yet checked]
Language: English
When I would muse in boyhood The wild green woods among, And nurse resolves and fancies Because the world was young, It was not foes to conquer, Nor sweethearts to be kind, But it was friends to die for That I would seek and find. I sought them far and found them, The sure, the straight, the brave, The hearts I lost my own to, The souls I could not save. They braced their belts about them, They crossed in ships the sea, They sought and found six feet of ground, And there they died for me.
Text Authorship:
- by Alfred Edward Housman (1859 - 1936), no title, appears in Last Poems, no. 32, first published 1922
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Researcher for this page: Ted Perry?. The half‑moon westers low, my love  [sung text not yet checked]
Language: English
The half-moon westers low, my love, And the wind brings up the rain; And wide apart we lie, my love, And seas between the twain. I know not if it rains, my love, In the land where you do lie; And oh, so sound you sleep, my love. You know no more than I.
Text Authorship:
- by Alfred Edward Housman (1859 - 1936), no title, appears in Last Poems, no. 26, first published 1922
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Researcher for this page: Ted Perry?. When first my way to fair I took  [sung text not yet checked]
Language: English
When first my way to fair I took Few pence in purse had I, And long I used to stand and look At things I could not buy. Now times are altered: if I care To buy a thing, I can; The pence are here and here's the fair, But where's the lost young man? -- To think that two and two are four And neither five nor three The heart of man has long been sore And long 'tis like to be.
Text Authorship:
- by Alfred Edward Housman (1859 - 1936), no title, appears in Last Poems, no. 35, first published 1922
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Researcher for this text: Emily Ezust [Administrator]?. The night is freezing fast  [sung text not yet checked]
Language: English
The night is freezing fast, To-morrow comes December; And winterfalls of old Are with me from the past; And chiefly I remember How Dick would hate the cold. Fall, winter, fall; for he, Prompt hand and headpiece clever, Has woven a winter robe, And made of earth and sea His overcoat for ever, And wears the turning globe.
Text Authorship:
- by Alfred Edward Housman (1859 - 1936), no title, appears in Last Poems, no. 20, first published 1922
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Researcher for this text: Emily Ezust [Administrator]?. Yonder see the morning blink  [sung text not yet checked]
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Yonder see the morning blink: The sun is up, and up must I, To wash and dress and eat and drink And look at things and talk and think And work, and God knows why. Oh often have I washed and dressed And what's to show for all my pain? Let me lie abed and rest: Ten thousand times I've done my best And all's to do again.
Text Authorship:
- by Alfred Edward Housman (1859 - 1936), no title, appears in Last Poems, no. 11, first published 1922
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