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'Heigh boys ' cried Grandfather Bridgeman 'it's time before dinner to day '	-
He lifted the crumpled letter and thumped a surprising 'Hurrah '	-
Up jumped all the echoing young ones but John with the starch in his throat	B
Said 'Father before we make noises let's see the contents of the note '	-
The old man glared at him harshly and twinkling made answer 'Too bad	C
John Bridgeman I'm always the whisky and you are the water my lad '	-
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But soon it was known thro' the house and the house ran over for joy	D
That news good news great marvels had come from the soldier boy	D
Young Tom the luckless scapegrace offshoot of Methodist John	E
His grandfather's evening tale whom the old man hailed as his son	F
And the old man's shout of pride was a shout of his victory too	G
For he called his affection a method the neighbours' opinions he knew	G
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III	A
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Meantime from the morning table removing the stout breakfast cheer	H
The drink of the three generations the milk the tea and the beer	H
Alone in its generous reading of pints stood the Grandfather's jug	I
The women for sight of the missive came pressing to coax and to hug	I
He scattered them quick with a buss and a smack thereupon he began	J
Diversions with John's little Sarah on Sunday the naughty old man	J
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Then messengers sped to the maltster the auctioneer miller and all	K
The seven sons of the farmer who housed in the range of his call	K
Likewise the married daughters three plentiful ladies prime cooks	L
Who bowed to him while they condemned in meek hope to stand high in his books	L
'John's wife is a fool at a pudding ' they said and the light carts up hill	M
Went merrily flouting the Sabbath for puddings well made mend a will	M
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The day was a van bird of summer the robin still piped but the blue	G
As a warm and dreamy palace with voices of larks ringing thro'	H
Looked down as if wistfully eyeing the blossoms that fell from its lap	N
A day to sweeten the juices a day to quicken the sap	N
All round the shadowy orchard sloped meadows in gold and the dear	H
Shy violets breathed their hearts out the maiden breath of the year	H
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Full time there was before dinner to bring fifteen of his blood	O
To sit at the old man's table they found that the dinner was good	P
But who was she by the lilacs and pouring laburnums concealed	Q
When under the blossoming apple the chair of the Grandfather wheeled	Q
She heard one little child crying 'Dear brave Cousin Tom ' as it leapt	R
Then murmured she 'Let me spare them ' and passed round the walnuts and wept	R
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Yet not from sight had she slipped ere feminine eyes could detect	S
The figure of Mary Charlworth 'It's just what we all might expect '	-
Was uttered and 'Didn't I tell you ' Of Mary the rumour resounds	L
That she is now her own mistress and mistress of five thousand pounds	L
'Twas she they say who cruelly sent young Tom to the war	H
Miss Mary we thank you now If you knew what we're thanking you for	H
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But 'Have her in let her hear it ' called Grandfather Bridgeman elate	T
While Mary's black gloved fingers hung trembling with flight on the gate	T
Despite the women's remonstrance two little ones lighter than deer	H
Were loosed and Mary imprisoned her whole face white as a tear	H
Came forward with culprit footsteps Her punishment was to commence	L
The pity in her pale visage they read in a different sense	L
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'You perhaps may remember a fellow Miss Charlworth a sort of black sheep '	-
The old man turned his tongue to ironical utterance deep	U
'He came of a Methodist dad so it wasn't his fault if he kicked	V
He earned a sad reputation but Methodists are mortal strict	V
His name was Tom and dash me but Bridgeman I think you might add	C
Whatever he was bear in mind that he came of a Methodist dad '	-
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This prelude dismally lengthened till Mary starting exclaimed	W
'A letter Sir from your grandson ' 'Tom Bridgeman that rascal is named '	-
The old man answered and further the words that sent Tom to the ranks	L
Repeated as words of a person to whom they all owed mighty thanks	L
But Mary never blushed with her eyes on the letter she sate	T
And twice interrupting him faltered 'The date may I ask Sir the date '	-
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XI	L
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'Why that's what I never look at in a letter ' the farmer replied	X
'Facts first and now I'll be parson ' The Bridgeman women descried	X
A quiver on Mary's eyebrows One turned and while shifting her comb	Y
Said low to a sister 'I'm certain she knows more than we about Tom	Z
She wants him now he's a hero ' The same resuming her place	L
Begged Mary to check them the moment she found it a tedious case	L
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Then as a mastiff swallows the snarling noises of cats	L
The voice of the farmer opened ''Three cheers and off with your hats '	-
That's Tom 'We've beaten them Daddy and tough work it was to be sure	H
A regular stand up combat eight hours smelling powder and gore	H
I entered it Serjeant Major ' and now he commands a salute	X
And carries the flag of old England Heigh see him lift foes on his foot	X
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XIII	L
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' An officer ay Miss Charlworth he is or he is so to be	L
You'll own war isn't such humbug and Glory means something you see	L
'But don't say a word ' he continues 'against the brave French any more '	-
That stopt me we'll now march together I couldn't read further before	H
That 'brave French' I couldn't stomach He can't see their cunning to get	X
Us Britons to fight their battles while best half the winnings they net '	-
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The old man sneered and read forward It was of that desperate fight	X
The Muscovite stole thro' the mist wreaths that wrapped the chill Inkermann height	X
Where stood our silent outposts old England was in them that day	X
O sharp worked his ruddy wrinkles as if to the breath of the fray	X
They moved He sat bareheaded his long hair over him slow	A2
Swung white as the silky bog flowers in purple heath hollows that grow	A2
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And louder at Tom's first person acute and in thunder the 'I'	A
Invaded the ear with a whinny of triumph that seem'd to defy	-
The hosts of the world All heated what wonder he little could brook	B2
To catch the sight of Mary's demure puritanical look	B2
And still as he led the onslaught his treacherous side shots he sent	X
At her who was fighting a battle as fierce and who sat there unbent	X
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''We stood in line and like hedgehogs the Russians rolled under us thick	C2
They frightened me there ' He's no coward for when Miss they came at the quick	C2
The sight he swears was a breakfast 'My stomach felt tight in a glimpse	L
I saw you snoring at home with the dear cuddled up little imps	L
And then like the winter brickfields at midnight hot fire lengthened out	X
Our fellows were just leashed bloodhounds no heart of the lot faced about	X
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''And only that grumbler Bob Harris remarked that we stood one to ten	D2
'Ye fool ' says Mick Grady 'just tell 'em they know to compliment men '	-
And I sang out your old words 'If the opposite side isn't God's	L
Heigh after you've counted a dozen the pluckiest lads have the odds '	-
Ping ping flew the enemies' pepper the Colonel roared Forward and we	L
Went at them 'Twas first like a blanket and then a long plunge in the sea	L
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''Well now about me and the Frenchman it happened I can't tell you how	E2
And Grandfather hear if you love me and put aside prejudice now'	D2
He never says 'Grandfather' Tom don't save it's a serious thing	F2
'Well there were some pits for the rifles just dug on our French leaning wing	F2
And backwards and forwards and backwards we went and at last I was vexed	X
And swore I would never surrender a foot when the Russians charged next	X
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''I know that life's worth keeping ' Ay so it is lad so it is	L
'But my life belongs to a woman ' Does that mean Her Majesty Miss	L
'These Russians came lumping and grinning they're fierce at it though they are blocks	L
Our fellows wer	A2

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