And “Good-bye” to the trees,
And the little church which sleeps so quietly,
I said “Good-bye” to on my knees;
I said “Good-bye” to my sister
And my dear old mammy, too;
But my heart was almost breaking
When I said “Good-bye” to you.
They’re conscious of something different and devastating approaching, and are singing their farewell to security.
Foch’s Pets! The hammer-head of the counterattack! If that’s the game, there won’t be many of us left to celebrate peace. It’s August now; how many of us will be above ground by Christmas?