VALENCIENNES
(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’ Valencieën.
’Twas in the June o’ Ninety-dree
(The Duke o’ Yark our then Commander been)
The German Legion, Guards, and we
Laid siege to Valencieën.
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 Valencieën!
’Twas said that we’d no business there
A-topperèn the French for disagreën;
However, that’s not my affair—
We were at Valencieën.
Such snocks and slats, since war began
Never knew raw recruit or veteran:
Stone-deaf therence went many a man
Who served at Valencieën.
Into the streets, ath’art the sky,
A hundred thousand balls and bombs were fleën;
And harmless townsfolk fell to die
Each hour at Valencieën!
And, sweatèn wi’ the bombardiers,
A shell was slent to shards anighst my ears:
—’Twas nigh the end of hopes and fears
For me at Valencieën!
They bore my wownded frame to camp,
And shut my gapèn skull, and washed en cleän,
And jined en wi’ a zilver clamp
Thik night at Valencieën.