I loved a lad in Galew he was wed
I knew no greater pleasure
than to follow where he led
But when he went away to war,
bearing guns across the sea
They made him leave his wife
Can they make him stalk a stranger
with a bayonet in his hands?
What kind of men can force
to agree to take the lives of men with wives
I know no field more barren
than this life I live alone
than to see our growing son
Will he too become a lively man
That he lies still as his father does
in a grave across the sea?
to lands that need the rain
leading men in near or distant lands
that only two rules of peace
would be in our hands you
