Wilfred Owen

“ O my fate, my dear Jenny, it troubles me sore,
For thee and Lochaber I’ll never see more.
Defeating of Johnny Coup at Prestonpans,
Enliven’d our hearts, and encourag‘d our Clans;
Being flush’d with success, we to England did steer,
But valiant Duke William put us'all in great fear.
He fought us, he beat us, he ruin’d us quite,
And now we are all in a sorrowful plight!
May Heaven its blessing upon thee, love poor,
For thee nor Lochaber I ne'er shall see more. ”

“ And the centinel star set the watch in the sky,
And thousands had sunk on the ground overpower’d,
The weary to sleep, and the wounded to die.
When reposing that night on my pallet of straw,
By the wolf-scaring faggot that guarded the slain,
At the dead of the night, a sweet vision I saw,
And twice ere the cock crew I dreamt it again. ”

“ You're the cause of all
When we came to bonny Stirling town,
As we lay all in camp,
By the King's orders we were all taken,
And to Germany we were all sent, my dear,
And to Germany we were all sent. ”