"Is my team plowing,
That
I was used to drive
And hear the harness jingle
When
I was man alive?"
Ay, the horses trample,
The
harness jingles now;
No change though you lie under
The
land you used to plow.
"Is football playing
Along
the river shore,
With lads to chase the leather,
Now
I stand up no more?"
Ay, the ball is flying,
The
lads play heart and soul;
The goal stands, Up, the keeper
Stands
Up to keep the goal.
"Is my girl happy,
That I thought hard to leave,
And has she tired of weeping
As
she lies down at eve?"
Ay, she lies down lightly,
She
lies not down to weep:
Your girl is well contented.
Be still, my lad, and sleep.
"Is my friend hearty,
Now
I am thin and pine,
And has he found to sleep in
A better bed than mine?"
Yes, lad, I lie easy,
I
lie as lads would choose;
I cheer a dead man's sweetheart,
Never ask me whose.