AS I go walking down the street Many's the lad and lass I meet; There's many a soldier I see pass, And every soldier has his lass. But when I saw the others there, The women that black mourning wear, "Judged by the looks of these," I said, "The lads those lasses court are dead." | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...TRIFLE by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON A HYMN [TO THE NAME AND] IN HONOR OF SAINT TERESA by RICHARD CRASHAW CHURCH-MUSICK [CHURCH MUSIC] by GEORGE HERBERT ON PLAYWRIGHT (1) by BEN JONSON NATHAHNI AND SOYAZHE by FRANCES DAVIS ADAMS |