text: He's gone, and all our plans
     Are useless indeed.
  We'll walk no more on Cotswold
     Where the sheep feed
     Quietly and take no heed.
  
  His body that was so quick
     Is not as you
  Knew it, on Severn river
     Under the blue
     Driving our small boat through.
  
  You would not know him now ...
     But still he died
  Nobly, so cover him over
     With violets of pride
     Purple from Severn side.
  
  Cover him, cover him soon!
     And with thick-set
  Masses of memoried flowers
     Hide that red wet
     Thing I must somehow forget.