A Shropshire Lad
Now in Maytime to the wicket
Out I march with bat and pad:
See the son of grief at cricket
Trying to be glad.
Out I march with bat and pad:
See the son of grief at cricket
Trying to be glad.
Try I will; no harm in trying:
Wonder 't is how little mirth
Keeps the bones of man from lying
On the bed of earth.
Wonder 't is how little mirth
Keeps the bones of man from lying
On the bed of earth.
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XVIII
Oh, when I was in love with you,
Then I was clean and brave,
And miles around the wonder grew
How well did I behave.
Then I was clean and brave,
And miles around the wonder grew
How well did I behave.
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