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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=455447" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Sam's Christmas Pudding</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">It was Christmas Day in the trenches<br>In Spain in Penninsular War,<br>And Sam Small were cleaning his musket<br>A thing as he'd ne're done before.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">They'd had 'em inspected that morning<br>And Sam had got into disgrace,<br>For when sergeant had looked down the barrel<br>A sparrow flew out in his face.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The sergeant reported the matter<br>To Lieutenant Bird then and there.<br>Said Lieutenant 'How very disgusting'<br>The Duke must be told of this 'ere.'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The Duke were upset when he heard<br>He said, 'I'm astonished, I am.<br>I must make a most drastic example<br>There'll be no Christmas pudding for Sam.'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">When Sam were informed of his sentence<br>Surprise, rooted him to the spot.<br>'Twas much worse than he had expected,<br>He though as he'd only be shot.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And so he sat cleaning his musket<br>And polishing barrel and butt.<br>While the pudding his mother had sent him,<br>Lay there in the mud at his foot.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Now the centre that Sam's lot were holding<br>Ran around a place called Badajoz.<br>Where the Spaniards had put up a bastion<br>And ooh...! what a bastion it was.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">They pounded away all the morning<br>With canister, grape shot and ball.<br>But the face of the bastion defied them,<br>They made no impression at all.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">They started again after dinner<br>Bombarding as hard as they could.<br>And the Duke brought his own private cannon<br>But that weren't a ha'pence o' good.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The Duke said, 'Sam, put down thy musket<br>And help me lay this gun true.'<br>Sam answered, 'You'd best ask your favours<br>From them as you give pudding to.'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The Duke looked at Sam so reproachful<br>'And don't take it that way,' said he.<br>'Us Generals have got to be ruthless<br>It hurts me more than it did thee.'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Sam sniffed at these words kind of sceptic,<br>Then looked down the Duke's private gun.<br>And said 'We'd best put in two charges,<br>We'll never bust bastion with one.'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">He tipped cannon ball out of muzzle<br>He took out the wadding and all.<br>He filled barrel chock full of powder,<br>Then picked up and replaced the ball.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">He took a good aim at the bastion<br>Then said 'Right-o, Duke, let her fly.'<br>The cannon nigh jumped off her trunnions,<br>And up went the bastion, sky high.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The Duke, he weren't 'alf elated<br>He danced around trench full of glee.<br>And said, 'Sam, for this gallant action.<br>You can hot up your pudding for tea.'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Sam looked 'round to pick up his pudding<br>But it wasn't there, nowhere about.<br>In the place where he thought he had left it,<br>Lay the cannon ball he'd just tipped out.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Sam saw in a flash what 'ad happened:<br>By an unprecedented mishap.<br>The pudding his mother had sent him,<br>Had blown Badajoz off map.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">That's why fuisilliers wear to this moment<br>A badge which they think's a grenade.<br>But they're wrong... it's a brass reproduction,<br>Of the pudding Sam's mother once made.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Marriott+Edgar">Marriott Edgar</a><div class=q>
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In Spain in Penninsular War,
And Sam Small were cleaning his musket
A thing as he'd ne're done before.

They'd had 'em inspected that morning
And Sam had got into disgrace,
For when sergeant had looked down the..."></div>
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