  O when we swung through Maisemore, The Maisemore people cheered, And women ran from farmyards, And men from ricks, afeared To lose the sight of soldiers Who would, ’fore Christmas Day, Blow Kaiser William’s Army Like mist of breath away! The war it was but young then! And we were young, unknowing The path we were to tread, The way the path was going. And not a man of all of us, Marching across the bridge, Had thought how Home would linger In our hearts, as Maisemore Ridge. When the darkness downward hovers Making trees like German shadows, How our souls fly homing, homing Times and times to Maisemore meadows, By Aubers ridge that Maisemore men Have died in vain to hold.... The burning thought but once desires Maisemore in morning gold! O when we marched through Maisemore Past many a creaking cart, We little thought we had in us Love so hot at heart. |
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