Collected Poems Of The Great War A Century On

No. 2 - FAREWELL, DUTY CALLS by ALAN S JEEVES Farewell my home in England As proud the cockerel crows This early of the morning, As loud the bugle blows. I'm called to foreign places Which aren't an English shore And lands I've never heard of I can't have been before. For, far apart my true love Will be when I'm away My home, and her, I'm leaving Both she and it this day. For harsh may be the wild wind And stern may be the rain And fears that I may never Return to them again.