Death of Haig


A nation weeps, a nation mourns,
A nation sorrows in its bournes,
A sombre cloak its frame adorns,
For Haig is dead!

Still as a tomb the City lies,
The bridges droop, the river sighs;
A sadness dims its starry eyes
For Haig is dead!

The cortege winds up o’er the hill,
The bells have tolled, have tolled until
The cannon roars, the guns are still –
Haig is dead!

5. 2. 1928