When Im killed, dont think of me
Buried there in Cambrin Wood,
Nor as in Zion think of me
With the Intolerable Good.
And theres one thing that I know well,
Im damned if Ill be damned to Hell!
So when Im killed, dont wait for me,
Walking the dim corridor;
In Heaven or Hell, dont wait for me,
Or you must wait for evermore.
Youll find me buried, living-dead
In these verses that youve read.
So when Im killed, dont mourn for me,
Shot, poor lad, so bold and young,
Killed and gone dont mourn for me.
On your lips my life is hung:
O friends and lovers, you can save
Your playfellow from the grave.
