Armworth

What was my arm worth when they took it away?

In the spirited rush that set up Armistice Day

Where did they put it, Bella, where and which way?

Did it stop the mad charge that the enemy made?

Or is it with my brother, is it with my brother

In a mean, endless grave?

Tell me, where, tell me

Where will I go to find it?

What has my arm gained in the balance of things?

Are there still birds a-flying in a brushing of wings?

Or do they still see the skies, still see the skies as a terrible thing?

And spoiling all their singing, babe, and a-smashing up their wings?

Wish I could go with them, brother, but of all things

It's only a stub of the original thing

That was there when I signed up and saluted my king!

Where, tell me

Where do I go to find it?