There was a man, - don't mind his name, br Whom Fear had dogged by night and day. br He could not face the German guns br And so he turned and ran away. br Just that - he turned and ran away, br But who can judge him, you or I ? br God makes a man of flesh and blood br Who yearns to live and not to die. br And this man when he feared to die br Was scared as any frightened child, br His knees were shaking under him, br His breath came fast, his eyes were wild. br I've seen a hare with eyes as wild, br With throbbing heart and sobbing breath. br But oh ! it shames one's soul to see br A man in abject fear of death, br But fear had gripped him, so had death; br His number had gone up that day, br They might not heed his frightened eyes, br They shot him when the dawn was grey. br Blindfolded, when the dawn was grey, br He stood there in a place apart, br The shots rang out and down he fell, br An English bullet in his heart. br An English bullet in his heart ! br But here's the irony of life, - br His mother thinks he fought and fell br A hero, foremost in the strife. br So she goes proudly; to the strife br Her best, her hero son she gave. br O well for her she does not know br He lies in a deserter's grave.