The Great War

from Great Poems of the World War, an electronic edition

The Return

OH, the General with his epaulets, leadin' a parade;

The Colonel and the Adjutant a-sportin' of their braid;

The Major and the Skipper--none of 'em look so fine

As a newly minted corp'ral, cumin' down the line.

Oh, the Bishop in his miter pacin' up the aisle;

The Governor, frock-coated, with a votes-for-women smile;

The Congressman, the Mayor--aren't in it, I opine,

With a newly minted corp'ral comin' down the line.