As I went up by Ovillers br In mud and water cold to the knee, br There went three jeering, fleeing spectres, br That walked abreast and talked of me. br br The first said, 'Here's a right brave soldier br That walks the dark unfearingly; br Soon he'll come back on a fine stretcher, br And laughing for a nice Blighty.' br br The second, 'Read his face, old comrade, br No kind of lucky chance I see; br One day he'll freeze in mud to the marrow, br Then look his last on Picardie.' br br Though bitter the word of these first twain br Curses the third spat venomously; br 'He'll stay untouched till the war's last dawning br Then live one hour of agony.' br br Liars the first two were. Behold me br At sloping arms by one - two - three; br Waiting the time I shall discover br Whether the third spake verity.