"Is my team ploughing, <br />That I was used to drive <br />And hear the harness jingle <br />When I was man alive?" <br /> <br />Ay, the horses trample, <br />The harness jingles now; <br />No change though you lie under <br />The land you used to plough. <br /> <br />"Is football playing <br />Along the river shore, <br />With lads to chase the leather, <br />Now I stand up no more?" <br /> <br />Ay, the ball is flying, <br />The lads play heart and soul; <br />The goal stands up, the keeper <br />Stands up to keep the goal. <br /> <br />"Is my girl happy, <br />That I thought hard to leave, <br />And has she tired of weeping <br />As she lies down at eve?" <br /> <br />Ay, she lies down lightly, <br />She lies not down to weep, <br />Your girl is well contented. <br />Be still, my lad, and sleep. <br /> <br />"Is my friend hearty, <br />Now I am thin and pine, <br />And has he found to sleep in <br />A better bed than mine?" <br /> <br />Yes, lad, I lie easy, <br />I lie as lads would choose; <br />I cheer a dead man's sweetheart, <br />Never ask me whose.<br /><br />Alfred Edward Housman<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/is-my-team-ploughing/
