This ploughman dead in battle slept out of doors
Many a frozen night, and merrily
Answered staid drinkers, good bedmen, and all bores:
"At Mrs Greenland's Hawthorn Bush," said he,
" None knew which bush.
Above the town,
Beyond `The Drover', a hundred spot the down
And where now at last he sleeps
More sound in France -that, too, he secret keeps.
by Edward Thomas
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