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...SONNET (6) by GEORGE SANTAYANA SONNETS FROM THE PORTUGUESE: 1 by ELIZABETH BARRETT BROWNING THE EMULATION by SARAH FYGE EGERTON LET NO CHARITABLE HOPE by ELINOR WYLIE FOOTLIGHT MOTIFS: 1. MRS. VERNON CASTLE by FRANKLIN PIERCE ADAMS THE SISTERS by MARY REYNOLDS ALDIS EPIGRAM by DECIMUS MAGNUS AUSONIUS LILIES: 20. 'SOME DAY I WILL TELL YOU' by GEORGE BARLOW (1847-1913) |