(1793)
BY CORP'L TULLIDGE: see "The Trumpet-Major"IN MEMORY OF S.C.(PENSIONER).DIED 184-We trenched, we trumpeted and drummed, And from our mortars tons of iron hummed Ath'art the ditch, the month we bombed The Town o' Valencieen.
'Twas in the June o' Ninety-dree (The Duke o' Yark our then Commander been)The German Legion, Guards, and we Laid siege to Valencieen.
This was the first time in the war That French and English spilled each other's gore;--Few dreamt how far would roll the roar Begun at Valencieen!
'Twas said that we'd no business there A-topperen the French for disagreen;However, that's not my affair -
We were at Valencieen.
Such snocks and slats, since war began Never knew raw recruit or veteran:
Stone-deaf therence went many a man Who served at Valencieen.
Into the streets, ath'art the sky, A hundred thousand balls and bombs were fleen;And harmless townsfolk fell to die Each hour at Valencieen!
And, sweaten wi' the bombardiers, A shell was slent to shards anighst my ears:
--'Twas nigh the end of hopes and fears For me at Valencieen!
They bore my wownded frame to camp, And shut my gapen skull, and washed en clean, And jined en wi' a zilver clamp Thik night at Valencieen.
"We've fetched en back to quick from dead;But never more on earth while rose is red Will drum rouse Corpel!" Doctor said O' me at Valencieen.
'Twer true.No voice o' friend or foe Can reach me now, or any liven been;And little have I power to know Since then at Valencieen!
I never hear the zummer hums O' bees; and don' know when the cuckoo comes;But night and day I hear the bombs We threw at Valencieen...
As for the Duke o' Yark in war, There be some volk whose judgment o' en is mean;But this I say--a was not far From great at Valencieen.
O' wild wet nights, when all seems sad, My wownds come back, as though new wownds I'd had;But yet--at times I'm sort o' glad I fout at Valencieen.
Well: Heaven wi' its jasper halls Is now the on'y Town I care to be in...
Good Lord, if Nick should bomb the walls As we did Valencieen!
1878-1897.
