"herity" poems
Wasn't many days ago .
we were weaving in the mills .
they called our names .
ten at a time .
and taught us how to **** .
see that young girl crying .
standing on the shore .
turn around and wave boys .
you'll see her face no more
Sent as rats with thin tin hats .
mow us down in rows .
here we go together boys .
we've no time left to grow .
see that young girl crying .
standing on the shore .
blow a kiss goodbye boys .
you wont kiss her anymore .
Taken from the mill towns .
left face down in the blood .
we never dreamed we'd die boys .
but others knew we would .
see that young girl waving .
standing on her own .
turn around and wave boys .
we wont be coming home .
Before we all go over boys .
one thing they never said .
they'll carve our names .
ten at a time .
among our brothers , dead .
see that girl upon the shore .
slowly turning round .
she'll soon be standing next to you .
laying flowers on the ground ..
Jan 8, 2017
Jan 8, 2017 at 3:57 PM UTC