Oh yesterday the cutting edge drank thirstily and deep, The upland outlaws ringed us in and herded us as sheep, They drove us from the stricken field and bayed us into keep; But to-morrow By the living God, we'll try the game again! Oh yesterday our little troop was ridden through and through, Our swaying, tattered pennons fled, a broken, beaten few, And all a summer afternoon they hunted us and slew; But to-morrow, By the living God, we'll try the game again! And here upon the turret-top the bale-fire glowers red, The wake-lights burn and drip about our hacked, disfigured dead, And many a broken heart is here and many a broken head; But to-morrow, By the living God, we'll try the game again!
- by John Masefield (1878 - 1967), "To-morrow", appears in Salt Water Ballads, first published 1902 [author's text checked 1 time against a primary source]
Musical settings (art songs, Lieder, mélodies, (etc.), choral pieces, and other vocal works set to this text), listed by composer (not necessarily exhaustive)
- by J. Frederick Keel (1871 - 1954), "To-morrow", published 1918. [voice and piano] [text not verified]
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