And I have marched to where I lie,
And I shall march no more.

My mouth is dry, my shirt is wet,
My blood runs all away,
So now I shall not die in debt
For thirteen pence a day.

To-morrow after new young men
The sergeant he must see,
For things will all be over then
Between the Queen and me.

And I shall have to bate my price,
For in the grave, they say,
Is neither knowledge nor device
Nor thirteen pence a day.




VI

LANCER

I 'listed at home for a lancer,
/Oh who would not sleep with the brave?/
I 'listed at home for a lancer
To ride on a horse to my grave.