Last year I was hoeing, Hoeing mangel-wurzels, Hoeing mangel-wurzels all day in the sun, Hoeing for the squire Down in Gloucestershire Willy-nilly till the sweaty job was done. Now I'm in the 'wurzels, In the mangel-wurzels, All day in the 'wurzels 'neath the Belgian sun. But among this little lot It's a different job I've got -- For you don't hoe mangel-wurzels with a gun. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...DEEDS OF VALOR AT SANTIAGO by CLINTON SCOLLARD SONNET: 66 by WILLIAM SHAKESPEARE THE BALLADE OF THE GOLDEN HORN by LEONARD BACON (1887-1954) MORNING TWILIGHT by CHARLES BAUDELAIRE THE WANDERER: 1. IN ITALY: THE MAGIC LAND by EDWARD ROBERT BULWER-LYTTON DELUSIVE DESIRE by OPAL COTTON |