I Am Going To The Wars – O!

I am going to the wars now – O! Where there is blood and toil And passing over unknown seas And lands – And rain and mist and glaring of the sun I’m going to the wars now – O! I’m going to the wars now – O! Where night and day and light and dark Together mix – become irrelevant: Save for the on-ward marching And hoarse chanting of the march songs: I’m going to the wars now – O! I’m going to the wars now – O! Where the red earth is redder made Where drops of red, red blood The golden corn-sheaves dye Where mothers lose their sons Fathers their wives and children Children their fathers lose: I’m going to the wars now – O!