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When I'm killed, don't think of me / Buried there in Cambrin Wood, / Nor as in Zion think of me / With the Intolerable Good. / And there's one thing that I know well, / I'm damned if I'll be damned to Hell!
So when I'm killed, don't wait for me, / Walking the dim corridor; / In Heaven or Hell, don't wait for me, / Or you must wait for evermore. / You'll find me buried, living-dead / In these verses that you've read.
So when I'm killed, don't mourn for me, / Shot, poor lad, so bold and young, / Killed and gone -- don't mourn for me. / On your lips my life is hung: / O friends and lovers, you can save / Your playfellow from the grave.