In the Corn Exchange
The band played
“Now is the hour”
We danced the last waltz

I walked her home
We kissed goodbye

On the troopship
I sailed away

Six hundred nights
I dreamed
Of the last waltz
And the goodbye kiss

On a troopship
I sailed home

In the Corn Exchange
The band played
I didn’t dance
The last waltz

I walked home alone

From the series “National Service poems 1947-1949 by Bill Underwood “

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