Hello all,

I was hoping I could tap your collective consciousnesses on this...

I can vaguely remember a war poem from school, that was called something like "Shoulder High" and every stanza ends in "and we'll carry him shoulder high" or something like that. It follows the story of a character called something like Master John(?) who is the son of a member of the gentry. It starts off with him winning a cricket match and (naturally) they carry him shoulder high.

Then, the war breaks out... and everyone is excited about the glory that he'll come back with, and all the medals... and they'll carry him shoulder high. The final stanza shows that he's died, and they carry his coffin shoulder high.

Does this ring any bells to anyone? Can anyone help me, I'd be highly in your debt!

Ant x