When lads have done with labour in Shropshire, one will cry, 'Let's go and kill a neighbour,' And t'other answers 'Aye!' So this one kills his cousins, and that one kills his dad; and, as they hang by dozens at Ludlow, lad by lad, each of them one-and-twenty, all of them murderers, the hangman mutters: 'Plenty even for Housman's verse.' | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...CHAMBER MUSIC: 30 by JAMES JOYCE SEVEN TWILIGHTS: 2 by CONRAD AIKEN SCHOOLS OF LITTLE FISH by MARVIN BELL THE LEAVES OF THE TREE HIDE THE SUN by DAVID IGNATOW BRIGHTNESS AS A POIGNANT LIGHT by DAVID IGNATOW REVIEW by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON |