The Passing of the Regiment
I wish the sea were not so wideThat parts me from my love;I wish the things men do belowWere known to God above.
I wish that I were back againIn the glens of Donegal;They'll call me coward if I return,But a hero if I fall.
"Is it better to be a living coward,Or thrice a hero dead?""It's better to go to sleep, my lad,"The Colour Sergeant said.
Night, a grey troubled sky without moon or... more...