Arthur Somervell — The Street Sounds to the Soldiers Tread

The street sounds to the soldiers' tread And out we troop to see: A single redcoat turns his head He turns and looks at me My man, from sky to sky's so far We never crossed before; Such leagues apart the world's ends are We're like to meet no more What thoughts at heart have you and I We cannot stop to tell; But dead or living, drunk or dry Soldier, I wish you well