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N the Glen where I was young

Blue-bell stems stood close together,

In the evenings dew-drops hung

Clear as glass above the heather.

I'd be sitting on a stone,

Legs above the water swung,

I a laddie all alone,

In the glen where I was young.

Well, the glen is empty now,

And far am I from them that love me,

Water to my knees below.

Shrapnel in the clouds above me;

Watching till I sometimes see.

Instead of death and fighting men.