O what is that sound which thrills my ear?

 

Down in the valley drumming

 

Only the soldiers passing.

  

O what is that light flashing us here

 

Over the valley clearly?

 

Only the occupying forces weapons, surely.

  

O what are they doing with that gear?

 

What are they all the time doing?

 

Only their usual manoeuvres, can’t hear.

  

O why have they left their check-point there?

 

Why are they furtively wheeling?

 

Only a usual waring, near.

  

O why are they running over there

 

It must be a warfare faint, so cuming?

 

No, it is just a distressing nightmare.

  

O why are they leaving, at us swearing?

 

Because of our splintered doors,

 

Disfigured memory, so smiling?

 No, it is just a faked release, a minor frog in our throat.