Classic Poem

I wish the sea were not so wide
That parts me from my love;
I wish the things men do below
Were known to God above.

I wish that I were back again
In the glens of Donegal,
They'll call me coward if I return,
But a hero if I fall.

" Is it better to be a living coward,
Or thrice a hero dead? "
" It's better to go to sleep, my lad, "
The Colour Sergeant said.