E7 Am
Bent double, like old beggars under sacks,
Esus4 E
Knock-kneed, coughing like hags, we cursed through sludge,
F C
Till on the haunting flares we turned our backs,
Dm7 Am7 Esus4 E
And towards our distant rest began to trudge.
Men marched asleep. Many had lost their boots,
But limped on, blood-shod. All went lame; all blind;
Drunk with fatigue; deaf even to the hoots
Of gas-shells dropping softly behind.
F C
Gas! GAS! Quick, boys!—An ecstasy of fumbling
Dm7 E7
Fitting the clumsy helmets just in time,
C D6
But someone still was yelling out and stumbling
C D7
And flound’ring like a man in fire or lime.—
C#m7 Bm7
Dim through the misty panes and thick green light,
C#m7 Bm7 F#m7
As under a green sea, I saw him drowning.
A C G A
In all my dreams before my helpless sight,
C G Bm7
He plunges at me, guttering, choking, drowning.
If in some smothering dreams, you too could pace
Behind the wagon that we flung him in,
And watch the white eyes writhing in his face,
His hanging face, like a devil’s sick of sin;
If you could hear, at every jolt, the blood
Come gargling from the froth-corrupted lungs,
Obscene as cancer, bitter as the cud
Of vile, incurable sores on innocent tongues,—
My friend, you would not tell with such high zest
To children ardent for some desperate glory,
The old Lie: Dulce et decorum est
Pro patria mori.
E7 = 0xx757, Am = x0x555 Esus4 = xx2455 E = 0xx454 F = x8756x
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