"Is my team ploughing,
That I was used to drive,
And hear the harness jingle
When I was man alive."

"Ay, the horses tremble,
The harness jingles now;
No change though you lie under
The land we use to plough."

"Is my girl happy,
That I thought hard to leave,
And has she tired of weeping,
As she lies down at eve?"

"Ay, she lies down lightly,
She lies not down to weep:
Your girl is well-contented.
Be still, my lad, and sleep."

"Is my friend hearty
Now I am thin and pine,
And has he found to sleep in
A better bed than mine?"

"Yes, lad, I lie easy.
I lie as lads would choose;
I cheer a dead men's sweetheart
Never ask me whose."

A.E. Houseman