"Is my team ploughing, 
That I was used to drive 
And hear the harness jingle 
When I was man alive?" 

Ay, the horses trample, 
The harness jingles now; 
No change though you lie under 
The land you used to plough. 

"Is football playing 
Along the river shore, 
With lads to chase the leather, 
Now I stand up no more?" 

Ay, the ball is flying, 
The lads play heart and soul; 
The goal stands up, the keeper 
Stands up to keep the goal. 

"Is my girl happy, 
That I thought hard to leave, 
And has she tired of weeping 
As she lies down at eve?" 

Ay, she lies down lightly, 
She lies not down to weep, 
Your girl is well contented. 
Be still, my lad, and sleep. 

"Is my friend hearty, 
Now I am thin and pine, 
And has he found to sleep in 
A better bed than mine?" 

Yes, lad, I lie easy, 
I lie as lads would choose; 
I cheer a dead man's sweetheart, 
Never ask me whose. 

Added: on December 17th, 2005 at 12:37 AM | Viewed: 3617 times | Comments (1)

Poet: A.E. Housman
Poem: Is My Team Ploughing

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