Poem
The only man I ever
Said good
And went
He was killed in
The only man I ever
Said good
And went
He was killed in
So now,
Losing the three last night,
Takeing them back today,
Dripping and dark the woods
Drummed their boots on the camion floor,
Hob-nailed boots on the camion floor
Sergeants stiff,
Corporals sore
Workingmen
He busted trusts,
And put his picture in their windows
"What he'd have done in France
Men went happily to
But they were not the
Who
For
The age demanded that we sing And cut away our tongue
The age demanded that we flow And hammered in the bung
The age demanded that we dance And jammed us into iron pants
And in the end the age was handed The sort of shit that it dem...
In the rain in the rain in the rain in the rain in Spain
Does it rain in Spain
Oh yes my dear on the contrary and there are no bull fights
The dancers dance in long white
There was a cat named Crazy
Who never lived long enough to
He was gay hearted, young and
And all the secrets of life he
They sucked us in;
King and country,
Christ
And the rest
He tried to spit out the truth;
Dry-mouthed at first,
He drooled and slobbered in the end;
Truth dribbling his chin
If my Valentine you won't be,
I'll hang myself on your Christmas tree
Written 14th February 1956