posted on 2024-04-05, 12:46authored byFirst World War Poetry Digital Archive Project Team
<p dir="ltr"> Oh, now has faded from the West<br> A sunset red as wine,<br> And beast and bird are hushed to rest<br> When the jolly yellow moon doth shine.<br> Come comrades, roam we round the mead<br> Where couch the sleeping kine;<br> The breath of night blows soft indeed,<br> And the jolly yellow moon doth shine.<br> And step we slowly, friend with friend,<br> Let arm with arm entwine,<br> And voice with voice together blend,<br> For the jolly yellow moon doth shine.<br> Whether we loudly sing or soft,<br> The tune goes wondrous fine;<br> Our chorus sure will float aloft<br> Where the jolly yellow moon doth shine.</p>