A.E. Housman (1859–1936)

I ’listed at home for a lancer,

        Oh who would not sleep with the brave?

I ’listed at home for a lancer

        To ride on a horse to my grave.

And over the seas we were bidden

        A country to take and to keep;

And far with the brave I have ridden,

        And now with the brave I shall sleep.

For round me the men will be lying

        That learned me the way to behave,

And showed me my business of dying:

        Oh who would not sleep with the brave?

They ask and there is not an answer;

Says I, I will ’list for a lancer,

        Oh who would not sleep with the brave?

And I with the brave shall be sleeping

        At ease on my mattress of loam,

When back from their taking and keeping

        The squadron is riding at home.

The wind with the plumes will be playing,

        The girls will stand watching them wave,

And eyeing my comrades and saying

        Oh who would not sleep with the brave?

They ask and there is not an answer;

Says you, I will ’list for a lancer,

        Oh who would not sleep with the brave?