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 Into the strects, 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 on cleän, And jined en wi' a zilver clamp Thik night at Valencieën.

"We've fetched en back to quick from dead; But never more on earth while rose is red Will drum rouse Corpel!" Doctor said O' me at Valencieën.