EUROPE

Little lads and grandsires,

Women old with care;

But all the men are dying men

Or dead men over there.

No one stops to dig graves;

Who has time to spare?

The dead men, the dead men

How the dead men stare.

Kings are out a-hunting -

Oh, the sport is rare;

With dying men and dead men

Falling everywhere.

Life for lads and grandsires;

Spoils for kings to share;

And dead men, dead men,

Dead men everywhere.