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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=508796" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The Man From Cook's</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">"You're bloody right - I was a Red,"<br>The Man from Cook's morosely said.<br>And if our chaps had won the War<br>Today I'd be the Governor<br>Of all Madrid, and rule with pride,<br>Instead of just a lousy guide.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">"For I could talk in Councils high<br>To draw down angels from the sky.<br>They put me seven years in gaol, -<br>You see how I am prison-pale . . .<br>Death sentence! Each dawn I thought<br>They'd drag me out and have me shot.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">"Maybe far better if they had:<br>Suspense like that can make one mad.<br>Yet here I am serene and sane,<br>And at your service to explain<br>That gory battlefield out there,<br>The Cité Universitaire.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">"See! Where the Marzanillo flows,<br>The women used to wash our cloths;<br>And often, even in its flood,<br>It would be purpled by our blood.<br>Contemptuous of shot and shell<br>Our women sang and - fought like hell.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">"Deep trenches there ran up and down,<br>And linked us with the sightless town;<br>And every morn and every night<br>We sallied savagely to fight . . .<br>By yon ravine in broken clad<br>I shot and killed a soldier lad.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">"Such boys they were: methinks that one<br>Looked to me like my only son.<br>He might have been; they told my wife<br>Before Madrid he lost his life.<br>Sweet Mary! Oh if I but knew<br>It was not my own son I slew. . . ."</div><div style="margin:10px 0">So spoke that man with eye remote<br>And stains of gravy on his coat;<br>I offered him a cigarette,<br>And as he sighed with vain regret,<br>Said he: "Don't change your dollars - wait:<br>I'll get you twice the market rate."</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Robert+William+Service">Robert William Service</a><div class=q> <img src="https://www.citatepedia.ro/g/32share.png" style="float:left" alt="Share"> <script type="text/javascript" src="//s7.addthis.com/js/300/addthis_widget.js#pubid=citatepedia" async="async"></script><div style="display:inline-block" class="addthis_sharing_toolbox" data-url="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=508796" data-title="The Man From Cook's de Robert William Service" data-description=""You're bloody right - I was a Red," The Man from Cook's morosely said. And if our chaps had won the War Today I'd be the Governor Of all Madrid, and rule with pride, Instead of just a lousy guide. "For I could talk in Councils hig..."></div> </div> </div>
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