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VIII<\/h1>\n

Farewell to Barn and Stack and Tree<\/h1>\n\"Farewell to barn and stack[footnote]A conical pile as of hay, left standing in the field for storage.[\/footnote]\u00a0and tree,\nFarewell to Severn[footnote]Largest river in the U.K., rising in mid-Wales. The English towns of Shrewsbury, Worcester, and Gloucester are situated on its banks.[\/footnote]\u00a0shore.\nTerence, look your last at me,\nFor I come home no more.\n\n\"The sun burns on the half-mown hill,\nBy now the blood is dried;\nAnd Maurice amongst the hay lies still\nAnd my knife is in his side.\n\n\"My mother thinks us long away;\n'Tis time the field were mown.\nShe had two sons at rising day,\nTo-night she'll be alone.\n\n\"And here's a bloody hand to shake,\nAnd oh, man, here's good-bye;\nWe'll sweat no more on scythe and rake,\nMy bloody hands and I.\n\n\"I wish you strength to bring you pride,\nAnd a love to keep you clean,\nAnd I wish you luck, come Lammastide[footnote]August 1 wheat harvest festival, from Anglo-Saxon, hlaf-mas<\/i> (loaf mass).[\/footnote],\nAt racing on the green.\n\n\"Long for me the rick[footnote]A stack of hay in the open air.[\/footnote]\u00a0will wait,\nAnd long will wait the fold,\nAnd long will stand the empty plate,\nAnd dinner will be cold.\"\n\n\u2014 1896","rendered":"

VIII<\/h1>\n

Farewell to Barn and Stack and Tree<\/h1>\n

“Farewell to barn and stack[1]<\/sup><\/a>\u00a0and tree,
\nFarewell to Severn[2]<\/sup><\/a>\u00a0shore.
\nTerence, look your last at me,
\nFor I come home no more.<\/p>\n

“The sun burns on the half-mown hill,
\nBy now the blood is dried;
\nAnd Maurice amongst the hay lies still
\nAnd my knife is in his side.<\/p>\n

“My mother thinks us long away;
\n‘Tis time the field were mown.
\nShe had two sons at rising day,
\nTo-night she’ll be alone.<\/p>\n

“And here’s a bloody hand to shake,
\nAnd oh, man, here’s good-bye;
\nWe’ll sweat no more on scythe and rake,
\nMy bloody hands and I.<\/p>\n

“I wish you strength to bring you pride,
\nAnd a love to keep you clean,
\nAnd I wish you luck, come Lammastide[3]<\/sup><\/a>,
\nAt racing on the green.<\/p>\n

“Long for me the rick[4]<\/sup><\/a>\u00a0will wait,
\nAnd long will wait the fold,
\nAnd long will stand the empty plate,
\nAnd dinner will be cold.”<\/p>\n

\u2014 1896<\/p>\n\n\t\t\t

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