This is sort of a companion piece to Phil's earlier version of 'The Band Played Waltzing Matilda' Will McBride, well I'm dead on my feet But these poppies, they look really neat! And so I'm here to tell You that though war is hell You'll find history doomed to repeat
When the train stopped one hot afternoon Adlestrop, I remember. 'Twas June. Hay and meadowsweet, dry. Scarce a cloud in the sky. While the birds of two shires sang their tune.
[Chalky] That was one of the several poems I was supposed to study for O-Level Eng. Lit. I managed a B, thanks to reading Lord of the Flies about 6 times, and Midsummer Night's Dream not being too dreary. I didn't like poetry then and, to be honest, I'm none too keen now, with a handful of exceptions. But I hated Adlestrop. Perhaps my English teacher (Mr Collins, a moron) would be pleased with my work at last :)