'Hidden under grass, or under tall herbs,
Far from friends or help or friendship.
'Not a child or a wife near them;
Not a priest to be found there or a friar;
'But the mountain eagle and the white eagle
Moving overhead across the skies.
'Without a defence against the sun in the daytime;
Without a shelter against the skies at night.
'It's many a good soldier, joyful and pleasant,
That has had his laughing mouth closed there.
'There is many a young breast with a hole through it;
The little black hole that is death to a man.
'There is many a brave man stripped there,
His body naked, without vest or shirt.
'The young man that was proud and beautiful yesterday,
When the woman he loved left a kiss on his mouth.
'There is many a married woman, with the child at her breast,
Without her comrade, without a father for her child to-night.
'There's many a castle without a lord, and many a lord without a house;
And little forsaken cabins with no one in them.