My soldier boy has crossed the sea <br /> To fight the foeman; <br />But he'll come back to make of me <br /> And honest woman. <br />So I am singing all day long, <br /> Despite blood-shedding; <br />For though I know he's done me wrong, <br /> We'll end by wedding. <br /> <br />My soldier boy is home again, <br /> So bold and scathless; <br />But oh, my heart is numb with pain <br /> Because he's faithless. <br />He's brought with him a French Mam'selle; <br /> They plan a marriage; <br />Maybe I'll go - no one will know <br /> Of my miscarriage. <br /> <br />My soldier boy has made his choice, <br /> She'll hold him to it; <br />I tell myself that I rejoice, <br /> May he not rue it. <br />But oh, that starry month of May, <br /> Love-words wild spoken! <br />I stand alone and make no moan . . . <br /> My heart is broken.<br /><br />Robert William Service<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/soldier-boy/
