FOUR EYE SHEAVES.
Four rye sheaves to be my bed; < "Now^God me save," .was the prayer I said;'......'. And sweet was the sleep, that .came to me, For I. was home where I fain would be; Ami sweet was the dream that sleep did yield, ... A flowering bank, and a daisied field; A lovers' lane and a winsome maid— but I never'heard the word she said; I never heard what word she spoke, For the'bugle was blown and I-owoke. Four rye sheaves to be my bod — But.where this night may 1 lay my head? Four rye sheaves to be my bed — '. Will 6he come with that word if I am dead ? —Sergt. Joseph Lee, Black Watch. The Spectator.
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Evening Post, Volume XCIII, Issue 48, 24 February 1917, Page 16
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