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Young Fellow My Lad

Robert Service

"Where are you going, Young Fellow My Lad,
    On this glittering morn of May?"
"I'm going to join the Colours, Dad;
    They're looking for men, they say."
"But you're only a boy, Young Fellow My Lad;
    You aren't obliged to go."
"I'm seventeen and a quarter, Dad,
    And ever so strong, you know."

            * * * *

"So you're off to France, Young Fellow My Lad,
    And you're looking so fit and bright."
"I'm terribly sorry to leave you, Dad,
    But I feel that I'm doing right."
"God bless you and keep you, Young Fellow My Lad,
    You're all of my life, you know."
"Don't worry. I'll soon be back, dear Dad,
    And I'm awfully proud to go."

            * * * *

"Why don't you write, Young Fellow My Lad?
    I watch for the post each day;
And I miss you so, and I'm awfully sad,
    And it's months since you went away.
And I've had the fire in the parlour lit,
    And I'm keeping it burning bright
Till my boy comes home; and here I sit
    Into the quiet night.

            * * * *

"What is the matter, Young Fellow My Lad?
    No letter again to-day.
Why did the postman look so sad,
    And sigh as he turned away?
I hear them tell that we've gained new ground,
    But a terrible price we've paid:
God grant, my boy, that you're safe and sound;
But oh I'm afraid, afraid."

            * * * *

"They've told me the truth, Young Fellow My Lad:
    You'll never come back again:
(Oh God! the dreams and the dreams I've had,
    and the hopes I've nursed in vain!)
For you passed in the night, Young Fellow My Lad,
    And you proved in the cruel test
Of the screaming shell and the battle hell
    That my boy was one of the best.
"So you'll live, you'll live, Young Fellow My Lad,
    In the gleam of the evening star,
In the wood-note wild and the laugh of the child,
    In all sweet things that are.
And you'll never die, my wonderful boy,
    While life is noble and true;
For all our beauty and hope and joy
    We will owe to our lads like you."

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