DEAR Colonel, name the day, Let your love no longer stay with a fal la la. The battles you have won Have my tender heart undone with a fal la la. Oh! think no more of wars You'll get nothing there but scars with a fal la la. But fly into my arms As a shelter from all harms with a fal la la. Though you have got the gout, Yet your heart is very stout with a fal la la -- You can sit in elbow-chair, I can nurse you with great care with a fal la la. I can patch your old red clothes, I can darn your old yarn hose with a fal la la. Still listening with delight, While you brag of former fight with a fal la la. And when you chance to die, As in dust we all must lie with a fal la la -- It shall be my special care My loss quickly to repair with a fal la la. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...ENGLAND'S DEAD by FELICIA DOROTHEA HEMANS SIR GALAHAD by ALFRED TENNYSON UPON HIS LEAVING HIS MISTRESS by JOHN WILMOT ODES: BOOK 1: ODE 16. TO CALEB HARDINGE, M.D. by MARK AKENSIDE UPON THE LATE LAMENTABLE ACCIDENT OF FIRE ... by JOHN ALLISON (1645-1683) |