Full many a name both here and there,
Full many both now and then.
When I was at home in my father's house
210In the land of the naked knee,
Between the eagles that fly in the lift
And the herrings that swim in the sea,
And now that I am a captain-man
With a braw cockade in my hat—
Many a name have I heard," he thought,
"But never a name like that."
III. THE PLACE OF THE NAME.
There fell a war in a woody place,
Lay far across the sea,
A war of the march in the mirk midnight
220And the shot from behind the tree,
The shaven head and the painted face,
The silent foot in the wood,
In a land of a strange, outlandish tongue
That was hard to be understood.
It fell about the gloaming
The general stood with his staff,
He stood and he looked east and west
With little mind to laugh.
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