Not my own

Originally posted on Tuesday, 12 November 2013

The writing of Patrick MacGill from 1916. Found in the pages of autobiography by Morrissey.

Over the top is cold, matey

You lie on the field alone.

Didn’t I love you of old, matey

Dearer than the blood of my own.

You were my dearest chum, matey

(Gawd! But your face is white)

But now though reliefs have come, matey,

I’m goin’ alone tonight.

I’d sooner the bullet was mine, matey

Goin’ out on my own,

Leaving you ‘ere on the line, matey

All by yourself, alone.

Chum o’ mine and you’re dead, matey

And this is the way we part.

The bullet went through your head, matey

But Gawd! It went through my ‘eart