This ploughman dead in battle slept out of doors br Many a frozen night, and merrily br Answered staid drinkers, good bedmen, and all bores: br "At Mrs Greenland's Hawthorn Bush," said he, br "I slept." None knew which bush. Above the town, br Beyond `The Drover', a hundred spot the down br In Wiltshire. And where now at last he sleeps br More sound in France -that, too, he secret keeps.