A. E. Housman: "Is my team ploughing,

"Is my team ploughing,  That I was used to drive And hear the harness jingle  When I was man alive?"
Ay, the horses trample,  The harness jingles now; No change though you lie under  The land you used to plough.
"Is football playing  Along the river shore, With lads to chase the leather,  Now I stand up no more?"
Ay, the ball is flying,  The lads play heart and soul; The goal stands up, the keeper  Stands up to keep the goal.
"Is my girl happy,  That I thought hard to leave, And has she tired of weeping  As she lies down at eve?"
Ay, she lies down lightly,  She lies not down to weep: Your girl is well contented.  Be still, my lad, and sleep.
"Is my friend hearty,  Now I am thin and pine, And has he found to sleep in  A better bed than mine?"
Yes, lad, I lie easy,  I lie as lads would choose; I cheer a dead man's sweetheart,  Never ask me whose.