Show N FARY M illar fa M tty by al alt mason it la Is the royal and wearily he speaks I 1 started all this shoot in hencly henc tears upon my cheeks oh allons great and splendid my dream ing soul attended I 1 thought war would be ended with triumph in esix six weeks I 1 thought my mighty legions would have a walk away and con quer all the regions that in their path pathway waylay lay I 1 thought atwould be an outing a time of glee and shouting and I 1 could do some spouting to big crowds every day I 1 saw myself in glory upon a milk white steed while monarchs whipped and gory knut in the dust to plead four years I 1 have been fighting tour four years of 0 war affrighting and I 1 find at this writ ing my dreams all gone to seed tt thi i truth comes lo 10 me slowly I 1 have no chance to win the truth is most un holy boly our welhelm is all in andall and all around this planet wherever I 1 may scan it men s hearts are hard as granite from hating me like sin I 1 have to take a whipping the truth I 1 plainly see my hands are red and dripping and none will pity me oh none gilr sigh in sorrow it if I 1 am lick ed tomorrow but some will want to borrow along a long rope and a tree was eier cier monarch hated as 1 I am hated nowa now the crown is leaden weighted that rests upon my brow the throne that once I 1 treasured the robes in which I 1 pleasured now bring me grief unmeasured I 1 d trade them for a cow for alm ilm lone and friend less a king without a chum my loneliness Is endless tor for never friend will come tor for all the world will hate me detest me and berate me until morticians crate me when I 1 am ipa lea and dumb |