Verse > A.E. Housman > A Shropshire Lad
A. E. Housman (1859–1936).  A Shropshire Lad.  1896.
XXV. This time of year a twelvemonth past
THIS time of year a twelvemonth past,
  When Fred and I would meet,
We needs must jangle, till at last
  We fought and I was beat.
So then the summer fields about,        5
  Till rainy days began,
Rose Harland on her Sundays out
  Walked with the better man.
The better man she walks with still,
  Though now ’tis not with Fred:        10
A lad that lives and has his will
  Is worth a dozen dead.
Fred keeps the house all kinds of weather,
  And clay’s the house he keeps;
When Rose and I walk out together        15
  Stock-still lies Fred and sleeps.


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