A Shropshire Lad
LVI
THE DAY OF BATTLE
'Far I hear the bugle blow
To call me where I would not go,
And the guns begin the song,
"Soldier, fly or stay for long."
To call me where I would not go,
And the guns begin the song,
"Soldier, fly or stay for long."
'Comrade, if to turn and fly
Made a soldier never die,
Fly I would, for who would not?
’Tis sure no pleasure to be shot.
Made a soldier never die,
Fly I would, for who would not?
’Tis sure no pleasure to be shot.
'But since the man that runs away
Lives to die another day,
And cowards' funerals, when they come,
Are not wept so well at home,
Lives to die another day,
And cowards' funerals, when they come,
Are not wept so well at home,
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