Classic and Contemporary Poetry
WHAT THE TRUMPETER SAID, by SEBASTIAN EVANS First Line: At a pot-house bar as I chanced to pass Last Line: Trumpeter, trumpet it out! Subject(s): Trumpets | ||||||||
At a pot-house bar as I chanced to pass I saw three men by the flare of the gas: Soldiers two, with their red-coats gay, And the third from Chelsea, a pensioner grey, With three smart hussies as bold as they. Drunk and swearing and swaggering all, With their foul songs scaring the quiet Mall, While the clash of glasses and clink of spurs Kept time to the roystering quiristers, And the old man sat and stamped with his stump: When I heard a trumpeter trumpet a trump: -- 'To the wars! -- To the wars! 'March, march! 'Quit your petty little tittle-tattle, 'Quit the bottle for the battle, 'And march! 'To the wars, to the wars! 'March, march with a tramp! 'To the wars! 'Up, you toper at your tipple, bottle after bottle at the tap! 'Quit your pretty dirty Betty! Clap her garter in your cap, 'And march! 'To the trench and the sap! 'To the little victual of the camp! 'To the little liquor of the camp! 'To the breach and the storm! 'To the roaring and the glory of the wars! 'To the rattle and the battle and the scars!' Trumpeter, trumpet it out! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE RECRUITING SERGEANT; A MUSICAL ENTERTAINMENT: AIR by ISAAC BICKERSTAFFE THE LOST TRUMPET by NATHALIA CRANE A TRUMPET BLAST by THOMAS ANSTEY GUTHERIE THE TRUMPET by FELICIA DOROTHEA HEMANS INTERIM by CHARLES TRUEMAN LANHAM THE TRUMPET CALL (1) by DMITRY SERGEYEVICH MEREZHKOVSKY A MELOLOGUE UPON NATIONAL MUSIC: FLOURISH OF TRUMPET by THOMAS MOORE TRUMPETS IN LOHENGRIN by HARRIET PRESCOTT SPOFFORD A DIRGE FOR SUMMER by SEBASTIAN EVANS |
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