Stow-on-the-Wold
H. Howells
I met an old man at Stow-on-the-Wold,
Who shook and shivered as though with cold.
And he said to me: " Six sons I had,
And each was a tall and a lively lad.
"But all of them went to France with the guns,
They went together, my six tall sons.
" Six sons I had, six sons I had
And each was a tall and a lively lad."