Where Are You Sleeping To-Night, My Lad, Above-Ground--Or Below? The Last We Heard You Were Up At The Front, Holding A Trench And Bearing The Brunt;-- But--That Was A Week Ago. Ay!--That Was A Week Ago, Dear Lad, And A Week Is A Long, Long Time, When A Second'S Enough, In The Thick Of The Strife, To Sever The Thread Of The Bravest Life, And End It In Its Prime. Oh, A Week Is Long When So Little'S Enough To Send A Man Below. It May Be That While We Named Your Name The Bullet Sped And The Quick End Came,-- And The Rest We Shall Never Know. But This We Know, Dear Lad,--All'S Well With The Man Who Has Done His Best. And Whether He Live, Or Whether He Die, He Is Sacred High In Our Memory;-- And To God We Can Leave The Rest. So--Wherever You're Sleeping To-Night, Dear Lad, This One Thing We Do Know,-- When "Last Post" Sounds, And He Makes His Rounds, Not One Of You All Will Be Out Of Bounds, Above Ground Or Below.