That camion was dead ahead!
Let the ravitaillement by!
"Courage, mon brave! We're almost there!"
God, how the fellow groans—
And you'd give your heart to ease the jolt
Of the ambulance over the stones.
Go on, go on, through the dreadful night—
How—only God He knows!
But now he's still! Aye, it's terribly still
On the way a dead man goes.