In Memoriam

Lyrics

So you were David's father And he was your only son And the new-cut peats are rotting And the work is left undone Because of an old man weeping Just an old man in pain For David, his son David That will not come again Oh, the letters he wrote you And I can see them still Not a word of the fighting But just the sheep on the hill And how you should get the crops in Ere the year got stormier And the Bosches have got his body And I was his officer You were only David's father But I had fifty sons When we went up that evening Under the arch of the guns And we came back at twilight — O God! I heard them call To me for help and pity That could not help at all Oh, never will I forget you My men that trusted me More my sons than your fathers' For they could only see The little helpless babies And the young men in their pride They could not see you dying And hold you while you died Happy and young and gallant They saw their first born go But not the strong limbs broken And the beautiful men brought low The piteous writhing bodies They screamed, "Don't leave me Sir," For they were only fathers But I was your officer