<html xmlns:tei="http://www.tei-c.org/ns/1.0"><body><h1 align="center" class="head">A Song</h1><div class="stanza"><p class="line"><span class="smallcaps">Oh</span>, red is the English rose,</p><p class="line">And the lilies of France are pale,</p><p class="line">And the poppies grow in the golden wheat,</p><p class="line">For the men whose eyes are heavy with sleep,</p><p class="line">Where the ground is red as the English rose,</p><p class="line">And the lips as the lilies of France are pale,</p><p class="line">And the ebbing pulses beat fainter and fainter and fail.</p></div><div class="stanza"><p class="line">Oh, red is the English rose,</p><p class="line">And the lilies of France are pale.</p><p class="line">And the poppies lie in the level corn</p><p class="line">For the men who sleep and never return.</p><p class="line">But wherever they lie an English rose</p><p class="line">So red, and a lily of France so pale,</p><p class="line">Will grow for a love that never and never can fail.</p></div><p class="byline">Charles Alexander Richmond</p></body></html> · Great War