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Where that foam was leaping, With bayonets, or with none. The cooks and the service men Ran upon the Hun. The cooks and the service men charged and charged
together Moussy's cuirassiers, on foot, with spur and sabre; Helmed and shining fought they as warriors fought
of yore — Till calm fell sinister as the hush at the whirlwind's
core. From Bixschoote to Baecelaere and down to the Lys river.
Lo ! the Emperor launched on us his guard of old
renown. Stepping in parade-march, as they step through
Berlin town, On the chill road to Gheluveldt, in the dark before
the dawning.
Heavily tolled on them Mortal mouths of guns. Gallantly, gallantly Came the flower of the Huns. Proud men they marched, like an avalanche on us
falling, Prouder men they met, in the dark before the dawning.
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