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 Ever the mine and assault, our sallies, their lying alarms, Bugles and drums in the darkness, and shoutings and soundings to arms; Ever the labour of fifty that had to be done by five; Ever the marvel among us that one should be left alive; Ever the day with its traitorous death from the loop-holes around; Ever the night with its coffinless corpse to be laid in the ground.

Grief for our perishing children, and never a moment for grief; Toil and ineffable weariness, faltering hopes of relief; Havelock baffled, or beaten, or butchered for all that we knew. Then day and night, night and day, coming down on the still shattered walls, Millions of musket bullets and thousands of cannon balls— But ever upon the topmost roof our banner of England blew."