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I never dreamed we'd meet that day	A
In our old haunts down Fricourt way	A
Plotting such marvellous journeys there	B
For jolly old Apr egrave s la guerre	B
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Well when it's over first we'll meet	C
At Gweithdy Bach my country seat	C
In Wales a curious little shop	D
With two rooms and a roof on top	D
A sort of Morlancourt ish billet	E
That never needs a crowd to fill it	F
But oh the country round about	G
The sort of view that makes you shout	G
For want of any better way	A
Of praising God there's a blue bay	A
Shining in front and on the right	H
Snowden and Hebog capped with white	H
And lots of other jolly peaks	I
That you could wonder at for weeks	I
With jag and spur and hump and cleft	J
There's a grey castle on the left	J
And back in the high Hinterland	K
You'll see the grave of Shawn Knarlbrand	K
Who slew the savage Buffaloon	L
By the Nant col one night in June	L
And won his surname from the horn	L
Of this prodigious unicorn	L
Beyond where the two Rhinogs tower	M
Rhinog Fach and Rhinog Fawr	M
Close there after a four years' chase	N
From Thessaly and the woods of Thrace	N
The beaten Dog cat stood at bay	A
And growled and fought and passed away	A
You'll see where mountain conies grapple	O
With prayer and creed in their rock chapel	O
Which Ben and Claire once built for them	P
They call it S ouml ar Bethlehem	P
You'll see where in old Roman days	N
Before Revivals changed our ways	N
The Virgin 'scaped the Devil's grab	Q
Printing her foot on a stone slab	Q
With five clear toe marks and you'll find	K
The fiendish thumbprint close behind	K
You'll see where Math Mathonwy's son	L
Spoke with the wizard Gwydion	L
And bad him from South Wales set out	K
To steal that creature with the snout	K
That new discovered grunting beast	K
Divinely flavoured for the feast	K
No traveller yet has hit upon	L
A wilder land than Meirion	L
For desolate hills and tumbling stones	N
Bogland and melody and old bones	N
Fairies and ghosts are here galore	M
And poetry most splendid more	M
Than can be written with the pen	L
Or understood by common men	L
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In Gweithdy Bach we'll rest awhile	R
We'll dress our wounds and learn to smile	R
With easier lips we'll stretch our legs	N
And live on bilberry tart and eggs	N
And store up solar energy	S
Basking in sunshine by the sea	S
Until we feel a match once more	M
For anything but another war	M
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So then we'll kiss our families	N
And sail across the seas	N
The God of Song protecting us	N
To the great hills of Caucasus	N
Robert will learn the local bat	K
For billeting and things like that	K
If Siegfried learns the piccolo	T
To charm the people as we go	T
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The jolly peasants clad in furs	N
Will greet the Welch ski officers	N
With open arms and ere we pass	N
Will make us vocal with Kavasse	N
In old Bagdad we'll call a halt	K
At the S acirc shuns' ancestral vault	K
We'll catch the Persian rose flowers' scent	K
And understand what Omar meant	K
Bitlis and Mush will know our faces	N
Tiflis and Tomsk and all such places	N
Perhaps eventually we'll get	K
Among the Tartars of Thibet	K
Hobnobbing with the Chungs and Mings	N
And doing wild tremendous things	N
In free adventure quest and fight	K
And God what poetry we'll write	K

Robert Graves

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