I ‘listed at home for a lancer,
Oh who would not sleep with the brave?
I ‘listed at home for a lancer
To ride on a horse to my grave.
And over the seas we were bidden
A country to take and to keep;
And far with the brave I have ridden,
And now with the brave I shall sleep.
For round me the men will be lying
That learned me the way to behave,
And showed me my business of dying:
Oh who would not sleep with the brave?
They ask, and there is not an answer;
Says I, I will ‘list for a lancer,
Oh who would not sleep with the brave?
And I with the brave shall be sleeping
At ease on my mattress of loam,
When back from their taking and keeping
The squadron is riding at home.
The wind with the plumes will be playing,
The girls will stand watching them wave,
And eyeing my comrades and saying
Oh who would not sleep with the brave?
They ask, and there is not an answer;
Says you, I will ‘list for a lancer,
Oh who would not sleep with the brave?
-by A.E. Housman
In honor of all our soldiers, past, present, and future, with particular thought for Jerome Birnbaum, Douglas Wilkey, and Sgt. Patrick Stewart, and others,
who at last receive their due.
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