(9 December 1864 – 27 February 1902 / Somerset, England)

A Song

The sun may shine, the rain may fall,
And the world roll round about, -
The king's men and king's horses all
Can never rub one thing out.

Skies may darken - clouds will flit -
Troubles may gather and go:
For my sweetheart loves me "just a bit!
And, oh! I love her so.

The vapour vanishes in the sun!
So pass cures, doubts, and pains -
For I'm "loved a bit" by the dearest one,
And the best the world contains.

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Lord Kitchener killed a lover a fighter a real gentleman with the ladies. To order the murder of your own in wartime is to not understand yourself what it was you asked them to do. Protect yourself at all costs