Not comin' back to-night, matey, And reliefs are comin' through, We're all goin' out all right, matey, Only we're leavin' you. Gawd! it's a bloody sin, matey, Now that we've finished the fight, We go when reliefs come in, matey, But you're stayin' 'ere to-night. Over the top is cold, matey, You lie on the field alone, Didn't I love you of old, matey, Better than blood of my own? You were my dearest chum, matey— (Gawd! but your face is white)— But now, though reliefs 'ave come, matey, I'm goin' alone to-night. I'd sooner the bullet was mine, matey, Goin' out on my own, Leavin' you 'ere in the line, matey, All by yourself, alone. Chum o' mine, and you're dead, matey, And this is the way we part, The bullet went through your head, matey, But Gawd! it went through me 'eart. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...RIDDLE: MAN, STOOL, DOG by MOTHER GOOSE THE ARAB TO THE PALM by BAYARD TAYLOR NO SECOND TROY by WILLIAM BUTLER YEATS HAVE YOU PLANTED A TREE? by HENRY ABBEY THE ROSE'S MESSAGE by MARY WINCHESTER ABBOTT CYNTHIA RETURNED FROM THE COUNTRY by PHILIP AYRES ON THE BIRTH OF A FRIEND'S ELDEST SON by ANNA LETITIA BARBAULD |