I met an old man at Stow-on-the-Wold, Who shook and shivered as though with cold. And he said to me: "Six sons I had, And each was a tall and a lively lad. "But all of them went to France with the guns, They went together, my six tall sons. "Six sons I had, six sons I had And each was a tall and a lively lad." | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...MEETING AT NIGHT by ROBERT BROWNING TO HIS WINDING-SHEET by ROBERT HERRICK PICTURES FROM APPLEDORE: 5 by JAMES RUSSELL LOWELL TO THE UNKNOWN EROS: BOOK 1: 10. THE TOYS by COVENTRY KERSEY DIGHTON PATMORE TREES IN WINTER by ARTHUR WILLIAM BEER IN VINCULIS; SONNETS WRITTEN IN AN IRISH PRISON: CONDEMNED by WILFRID SCAWEN BLUNT |