Barrack-Room Ballads

Joseph Rudyard Kipling

“Soldier, soldier come from the wars,
I'll down an' die with my true love!”
“The pit we dug'll ‘ide ‘im an' the twenty men beside ‘im—
An' you'd best go look for a new love.”

“Soldier, soldier come from the wars,
Do you bring no sign from my true love?”
“I bring a lock of ‘air that ‘e allus used to wear,
An' you'd best go look for a new love.”

“Soldier, soldier come from the wars,
O then I know it's true I've lost my true love!”
“An' I tell you truth again—when you've lost the feel o' pain
You'd best take me for your true love.”
True love! New love!
Best take ‘im for a new love,
The dead they cannot rise, an' you'd better dry your eyes,
An' you'd best take ‘im for your true love.