Nothing matters any more, since a sniper's knocked him out,
Nothing matters any more
He was worried by the war—wondered what 'twas all about,
And what he was fighting for;
But the hole clean through his forehead has let all the worry out

Nothing matters to him now, as he lies across the wire,
Nothing matters any more:
Though his heart was sick and sore, as he struggled through the mire,
All that bothered him before
Matters even less than nothing to the corpse across the wire.

Nothing matters to him now—what he meant to make of life
Doesn't matter any more.
He was happy, till the war took him; but his bairns and wife
Matter nothing any more,
Since a bullet's let out all the loving trouble that was life.