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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=529727" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Valenciennes</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">By Corporal Tullidge. See &quot;The Trumpet-Major&quot;<br>  In Memory of S. C. (Pensioner). Died 184-</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> WE trenched, we trumpeted and drummed,<br> And from our mortars tons of iron hummed<br> Ath'art the ditch, the month we bombed<br> The Town o' Valencieën.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> 'Twas in the June o' Ninety-dree<br> (The Duke o' Yark our then Commander beën)<br> The German Legion, Guards, and we<br> Laid siege to Valencieën.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> This was the first time in the war<br> That French and English spilled each other's gore;<br> --God knows what year will end the roar<br> Begun at Valencieën!</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> 'Twas said that we'd no business there<br> A-topperèn the French for disagreën;<br> However, that's not my affair--<br> We were at Valencieën.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> Such snocks and slats, since war began<br> Never knew raw recruit or veteràn:<br> Stone-deaf therence went many a man<br> Who served at Valencieën.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> Into the streets, ath'art the sky,<br> A hundred thousand balls and bombs were fleën;<br> And harmless townsfolk fell to die<br> Each hour at Valencieën!</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> And, sweatèn wi' the bombardiers,<br> A shell was slent to shards anighst my ears:<br> --'Twas night the end of hopes and fears<br> For me at Valencieën!</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> They bore my wownded frame to camp,<br> And shut my gapèn skull, and washed en cleän,<br> And jined en wi' a zilver clamp<br> Thik night at Valencieën.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> &quot;We've fetched en back to quick from dead;<br> But never more on earth while rose is red<br> Will drum rouse Corpel!&quot; Doctor said<br> O' me at Valencieën.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> 'Twer true. No voice o' friend or foe<br> Can reach me now, or any liveèn beën;<br> And little have I power to know<br> Since then at Valencieën!</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> I never hear the zummer hums<br> O' bees; and don't know when the cuckoo comes;<br> But night and day I hear the bombs<br> We threw at Valencieën....</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> As for the Duke o' Yark in war,<br> There be some volk whose judgment o' en is meän;<br> But this I say--'a was not far<br> From great at Valencieën.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> O' wild wet nights, when all seems sad,<br> My wownds come back, as though new wownds I'd had;<br> But yet--at times I'm sort o' glad<br> I fout at Valencieën.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> Well: Heaven wi' its jasper halls<br> Is now the on'y Town I care to be in....<br> Good Lord, if Nick should bomb the walls<br> As we did Valencieën!</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Thomas+Hardy">Thomas Hardy</a><div class=q>
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 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' Valencieën..."></div>
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