I just found this recently and thought I'd post it here for no reason other than I coud.
We had to try and write a ballad inspired by a historical event for English a few years ago.
This was my attempt.
It's awful. You don't need to tell me. I was about 13 when I wrote it.
Oh yeah, also: It's meant to be written in a regional dialect, so don't say anything about the spelling, it's on purpose.
Yuck.

World War Ballad

You said you’d be right home my lad
You said you’d see me soon
But your promise, it was a lie
An oath that ne’er came true

You went away that cold dark day
The sky was harsh and black
You went away that vicious day
And you ne’er came back

All along the British Isle,
Young loves were pulled away
Very few would ever come home
Or be seen another day

They left in hordes, to fight a war
To protect their gals back home
Together on muddy fields they fought
But each one died alone

Two weeks before they called you out
Strolling did we go
We walked together hand in hand
You said ‘I love you, you ought to know’

I looked at you, in gathering dusk
You listened to me that day
I’ve loved you so long, my sweet lad,
When ‘twas otherwise I canna say

If only when they called you out
You’d listened to me then
Don’t go! You may not ever come home!
But you walked away with the other men

For London-town! You crowed aloud
Your fierce, strong battle cry
But a shot rang out, and you fell down
And on that day you died

You lied my lad, you said you’d come
You said I’d see you soon
Your kiss sealed promise, it was a lie
An oath that ne’er came true