I won't believe a word you've said
Until I've seen his body dead
My hands have worked until they've bled
On the jagged jaws of the shells of lead
I've been making arms; you've been losing yours
I've turned my hand to the turning wheels of war
Before our heads could hit out bed
You took him away on the day we wed
They hung a medal over his empty head
They clapped so hard their hands were red
And when I saw his body dead
I wished that God'd taken me instead
I see sails of sable on the sea-wind soar
Like my body from the white cliffs on the shore