Grenadier

by A. E. Housman

　　

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The Queen she sent to look for me, The sergeant he did say, ‘Young man, a soldier will you be For thirteen pence a day?’ For thirteen pence a day did I Take off the things I wore, And I have marched to where I lie, And I shall march no more. My mouth is dry, my shirt is wet, My blood runs all away, So now I shall not die in debt For thirteen pence a day. To-morrow after new young men The sergeant he must see, For things will all be over then Between the Queen and me. And I shall have to bate my price, For in the grave, they say, Is neither knowledge nor device Nor thirteen pence a day.

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