by Alfred Edward Housman (1859 - 1936)

The street sounds to the soldiers' tread
Language: English 
The street sounds to the soldiers' tread,
And out we troop to see:
A single redcoat turns his head,
He turns and looks at me.

My man, from sky to sky's so far,
We never crossed before;
Such leagues apart the world's ends are,
We're like to meet no more.

What thoughts at heart have you and I
We cannot stop to tell;
But dead or living, drunk or dry,
Soldier, I wish you well.

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Researcher for this text: Ted Perry

This text was added to the website between May 1995 and September 2003.
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Word count: 75