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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required By Corporal 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' Valencie?n. 'Twas in the June o' Ninety-dree (The Duke o' Yark our then Commander be?n) The German Legion, Guards, and we Laid siege to Valencie?n. This was the first time in the war That French and English spilled each other's gore; --God knows what year will end the roar Begun at Valencie?n! 'Twas said that we'd no business there A-topper?n the French for disagre?n; However, that's not my affair-- We were at Valencie?n. Such snocks and slats, since war began Never knew raw recruit or veter?n: Stone-deaf therence went many a man Who served at Valencie?n. Into the streets, ath'art the sky, A hundred thousand balls and bombs were fle?n; And harmless townsfolk fell to die Each hour at Valencie?n! And, sweat?n wi' the bombardiers, A shell was slent to shards anighst my ears: --'Twas night the end of hopes and fears For me at Valencie?n! They bore my wownded frame to camp, And shut my gap?n skull, and washed en cle?n, And jined en wi' a zilver clamp Thik night at Valencie?n. "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 Valencie?n. 'Twer true. No voice o' friend or foe Can reach me now, or any live?n be?n; And little have I power to know Since then at Valencie?n! I never hear the zummer hums O' bees; and don't know when the cuckoo comes; But night and day I hear the bombs We threw at Valencie?n.... As for the Duke o' Yark in war, There be some volk whose judgment o' en is me?n; But this I say--'a was not far From great at Valencie?n. 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 Valencie?n. 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 Valencie?n!
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