<html xmlns:tei="http://www.tei-c.org/ns/1.0"><body><h1 align="center" class="head">"All the Hills and Vales Along"</h1><div class="stanza"><p class="line"><span class="smallcaps">All</span> the hills and vales along</p><p class="line">Earth is bursting into song,</p><p class="line">And the singers are the chaps</p><p class="line">Who are going to die perhaps.</p><p class="line" style="text-indent:5%">O sing, marching men,</p><p class="line" style="text-indent:5%">Till the valleys ring again,</p><p class="line" style="text-indent:5%">Give your gladness to earth's keeping,</p><p class="line" style="text-indent:5%">So be glad, when you are sleeping.</p></div><div class="stanza"><p class="line">Cast away regret and rue,</p><p class="line">Think what you are marching to.</p><p class="line">Little live, great pass.</p><p class="line">Jesus Christ and Barabbas</p><p class="line">Were found the same day.</p><p class="line">This died, that went his way.</p><p class="line" style="text-indent:5%">So sing with joyful breath,</p><p class="line" style="text-indent:5%">For why, you are gong to death.</p><p class="line" style="text-indent:5%">Teeming earth will surely store</p><p class="line" style="text-indent:5%">All the gladness that you pour.</p></div><div class="stanza"><p class="line">Earth that never doubts nor fears,</p><p class="line">Earth that knows of death, not tears,</p><p class="line">Earth that bore with joyful ease</p><p class="line">Hemlock for Socrates,</p><p class="line">Earth that blossomed and was glad</p><p class="line">'Neath the cross that Christ had,</p><p class="line">Shall rejoice and blossom too</p><p class="line">When the bullet reaches you.</p><p class="line" style="text-indent:5%">Wherefore, men marching</p><p class="line" style="text-indent:5%">On the road to death, sing!</p><p class="line" style="text-indent:5%">Pour gladness on earth's head,</p><p class="line" style="text-indent:5%">So be merry, so be dead.</p></div><div class="stanza"><p class="line">From the hills and valleys earth</p><p class="line">Shouts back the sound of mirth,</p><p class="line">Tramp of feet and lilt of song</p><p class="line">Ringing all the road along.</p><p class="line">All the music of their going,</p><p class="line">Ringing swinging glad song-throwing,</p><p class="line">Earth will echo still, when foot</p><p class="line">Lies numb and voice mute.</p><p class="line" style="text-indent:5%">On, marching men, on</p><p class="line" style="text-indent:5%">To the gates of death with song.</p><p class="line" style="text-indent:5%">Sow your gladness for earth's reaping,</p><p class="line" style="text-indent:5%">So you may be glad though sleeping.</p><p class="line" style="text-indent:5%">Strew your gladness on earth's bed,</p><p class="line" style="text-indent:5%">So be merry, so be dead.</p></div><p class="byline">Charles Hamilton Sorley</p></body></html> · Great War