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SAN SEBASTIAN
"I watched her to-day; a more comely maid,
As she danced in her muslin bowed with blue,
Round a Hintock maypole never gayed."
—“Aye, aye; I watched her this day, too,
As it happens," the Sergeant said.
As she danced in her muslin bowed with blue,
Round a Hintock maypole never gayed."
—“Aye, aye; I watched her this day, too,
As it happens," the Sergeant said.
"My daughter is now," he again began,
"Of just such an age as one I knew
When we of the Line, in the Foot-Guard van,
On an August morning—a chosen few—
Stormed San Sebastian.
"Of just such an age as one I knew
When we of the Line, in the Foot-Guard van,
On an August morning—a chosen few—
Stormed San Sebastian.
"She's a score less three; so about was she—
The maiden I wronged in Peninsular days. . . .
You may prate of your prowess in lusty times,
But as years gnaw inward you blink your bays,
And see too well your crimes!
The maiden I wronged in Peninsular days. . . .
You may prate of your prowess in lusty times,
But as years gnaw inward you blink your bays,
And see too well your crimes!
“We'd stormed it at night, by the vlanker-light
Of burning towers, and the mortar's boom:
We'd topped the breach but had failed to stay,
For our files were misled by the baffling gloom;
And we said we'd storm by day.
Of burning towers, and the mortar's boom:
We'd topped the breach but had failed to stay,
For our files were misled by the baffling gloom;
And we said we'd storm by day.
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