But if you ever come to a road where danger; Or guilt or anguish or shame's to share. Be good to the lad who loves you true, And the soul that was born to die for you; And whistle and I'll be there.
A.E. Housman (1859 - 1936)
Contributed by: Zaady
Here dead lie we because we did not choose To live and shame the land from which we sprung Life to be sure, is nothing much to lose; But young men think it is, and we were young.
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