by A. E. Housman
"Is my team ploughing, That I was used to drive And hear the harness jingle When I was man alive?"
Ay, the horses trample, The harness jingles now; No change though you lie under The land you used to plough.
"Is football playing Along the river shore, With lads to chase the leather, Now I stand up no more?"
Ay, the ball is flying, The lads play heart and soul; The goal stands up, the keeper Stands up to keep the goal.
"Is my girl happy, That I thought hard to leave, And has she tired of weeping As she lies down at eve?"
Ay, she lies down lightly, She lies not down to weep: Your girl is well contented. Be still, my lad, and sleep.
"Is my friend hearty, Now I am thin and pine, And has he found to sleep in A better bed than mine?"
Yes, lad, I lie easy, I lie as lads would choose; I cheer a dead man's sweetheart, Never ask me whose.