And many a sigh and groan1,
Amongst the dead, came Patty Head,
To look for Peter Stone.
“O prithee tell, good sentinel,
If I shall find him here?
I’m come to weep upon his corse,
My Ninety-Second dear!
“Into our town a sergeant2 came,
With ribands all so fine,
A-flaunting in his cap — alas3!
His bow enlisted4 mine!
“They taught him how to turn his toes,
And stand as stiff as starch5;
I thought that it was love and May,
But it was love and March!
“A sorry March indeed to leave
The friends he might have kep’ —
No March of Intellect it was,
But quite a foolish step.
“O prithee tell, good sentinel,
If hereabout he lies?
I want a corpse7 with reddish hair,
And very sweet blue eyes.”
Her sorrow on the sentinel
Appear’d to deeply strike:—
“Walk in,” he said, “among the dead,
And pick out which you like.”
And soon she picked out Peter Stone,
Half turned into a corse;
A cannon8 was his bolster9, and
His mattrass was a horse.
“O Peter Stone, O Peter Stone,
Lord, here has been a skrimmage!
What have they done to your poor breast
That used to hold my image?”
“O Patty Head, O Patty Head,
You’re come to my last kissing;
Before I’m set in the Gazette
As wounded, dead, and missing!
“Alas! a splinter of a shell
Right in my stomach sticks;
French mortars10 don’t agree so well
With stomachs as French bricks.
“This very night a merry dance
At Brussels was to be; —
Instead of opening a ball,
A ball has open’d me.
“Its billet every bullet has,
And well it does fulfil it; —
I wish mine hadn’t come so straight.
But been a ‘crooked billet.’
“And then there came a cuirassier
And cut me on the chest; —
He had no pity in his heart,
For he had steel’d his breast.
“Next thing a lancer, with his lance,
Began to thrust away;
I call’d for quarter, but, alas!
It was not Quarter-day.
“He ran his spear right through my arm,
Just here above the joint11; —
O Patty dear, it was no joke,
Although it had a point.
“With loss of blood I fainted off,
As dead as women do —
But soon by charging over me,
The Coldstream brought me to.
“With kicks and cuts, and balls and blows,
I throb12 and ache all over;
I’m quite convinc’d the field of Mars
Is not a field of clover!
“O why did I a soldier turn
For any royal Guelph?
I might have been a Butcher, and
In business for myself!
“O why did I the bounty13 take?
(And here he gasp’d for breath)
My shillingsworth of ‘list is nail’d
Upon the door of death!
“Without a coffin14 I shall lie
And sleep my sleep eternal:
Not ev’n a shell— my only chance
Of being made a Kernel15!
“O Patty dear, our wedding bells
Will never ring at Chester!
Here I must lie in Honor’s bed,
That isn’t worth a tester!
“Farewell, my regimental mates,
With whom I used to dress!
My corps6 is changed, and I am now
In quite another mess.
“Farewell, my Patty dear, I have
No dying consolations16,
Except, when I am dead, you’ll go
And see th’ Illuminations.”
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1 groan | |
vi./n.呻吟,抱怨;(发出)呻吟般的声音 | |
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n.迫击炮( mortar的名词复数 );砂浆;房产;研钵 | |
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