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 "Twer true. No voice o' friend or foe Can reach me now, or any livèn beën; And little have I power to know Since then at Valencieën!

I never hear the zummer hums O' bees; and don't know when the cuckoo comes; But night and day I hear the bombs We threw at Valencieën. . ..

As for the Duke o' Yark in war, There be some volk whose judgment o' en is meän; But this I say—'a was not far From great at Valencieën.

O' wild wet nights, when all seems sad, My wownds come back, as though new wownds I'd had; But yet—at times I'm sort o' glad I fout at Valencieën.