O the grand old Duke of York, He had ten thousand men, He marched them up to the top of the hill, And he marched them down again. And when they were up, they were up, And when they were down, they were down And when they were only half-way up, They were neither up nor down. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...MEMORABILIA by ROBERT BROWNING THE RETIRED CAT by WILLIAM COWPER REBEL MOTHER'S LULLABY by SHANE LESLIE |