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An ancient cannon finely cast	A
Of bronze all smooth and green with age	B
A by gone actor on the stage	B
Yet fit to take as in the past	A
A role in war and be the last	A
Dread argument of kings	C
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The daisies grew around and brought	D
The homage of young spring to praise	E
This stately relic of old days	E
When France with Spain for mastery fought	D
And Philip over England sought	D
To spread the Papal wings	C
	-
Initialed with King Francis' name	F
With Gallic lilies sculptured o'er	G
Above the vent the metal bore	H
A Salamander crowned in flame	F
The massive breech could even claim	F
A sheath of lotos bloom	I
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This goodly weapon forged where Seine	J
By Fontainebleau and Paris flows	K
And many a painted Palace shows	K
These emblems of the Valois' reign	L
For centuries unseen has lain	L
Within the sea's dark tomb	I
	-
How came it there A Spanish keel	M
One of the Great Armada gay	N
Was blasted in Our Lady's Bay	N
One of the Fleet the floods conceal	M
Though o'er the waves was wont to peal	M
The thunder of their pride	O
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But how came France's lilies there	P
Beneath the flag of red and gold	Q
And o'er the ancient gun we told	Q
The story which the legends bear	P
How in defeat it bore its share	P
And stemmed the Victory's tide	O
	-
We thought the winds of hollow sound	R
Spoke from its mouth in solemn tone	S
Of great events its life had known	S
That thronged as with the nearly drowned	R
To recollection ere it found	R
Beneath the sea a grave	T
	-
'In flame I live I quench its glow '	-
This motto at the foundry fire	G
Was given me by his desire	G
The king whose crest and lilies show	U
How love and valour could bestow	U
Their favour on the brave	T
	-
My form was fashioned in each part	V
By him who wrought in gems and gold	Q
Whose glory trumpet tongued is told	Q
In fearful wars in peaceful Art	V
Cellini of the ardent heart	V
And Benvenuto named	W
	-
The silver voiced and laughing crowd	X
Of ladies praised his fair design	Y
And asked if on the German Rhine	Y
Or English coasts of fog and cloud	X
Would soon be heard my challenge loud	X
For rights our country claimed	W
	-
To conquer fair Milan I threw	Z
My shot against the Swiss array	N
On Marignano's dreadful day	N
On sledges hardy soldiers drew	Z
My weight through snows where eagles knew	Z
Alone the Alpine way	N
	-
And warring for the emperor's crown	A2
I saw around me fall and die	B2
The noblest of our chivalry	J
When peerless Bayard's high renown	A2
Quenched not his blood that streaming down	A2
Fell on me where I lay	N
	-
Pavia felt my iron hail	C2
When traitor Bourbon won the fight	D2
Yet glad was I no foreign knight	D2
Alone had made our siege to fail	C2
When wrote our king the dismal tale	C2
'Save honour all is lost '	-
	-
The impious victor hurled my fire	G
Against the walls of holy Rome	E2
But there the devil took him home	E2
For at the storm my artist sire	G
Cellini felled him for the ire	F2
Of God his path had crossed	G2
	-
To nobler masters still a slave	T
I felt the fame of Doria mine	Y
Saw Venice o'er her channels shine	Y
Pursued the Moslem on the wave	T
And shattered them when victory gave	T
Her palm to Malta's isle	H2
	-
When Naples sent her ships to swell	I2
The swarming armaments that bore	H
'Gainst England from each southern shore	H
In fleets whose numbers none could tell	I2
I saw how Drake upon us fell	I2
How fortune ceased to smile	H2
	-
For tempests gathered o'er our track	J2
The little English hornets stung	K2
My heavy shot against them flung	K2
Passed o'er their barks so swift to tack	J2
And every ball they gave us back	J2
Upon our galleons told	Q
	-
Soon drifting o'er the Northern main	L
Grey shores unknown were quickly past	A
Our consorts on the rocks were cast	A
It was our fate alone to gain	L
The peaceful haven where Maclaine	L
Set fire unto our hold	Q
	-
I sank a hundred years past by	B2
And diving bells with searchers keen	L2
For treasure in the wreck were seen	L2
They took the gold but let me lie	B2
To sleep another century	J
Then raised and brought me here	M2
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	-
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Valois is dead and Bourbon's Line	Y
No longer fills my country's throne	S
But death dear France shall never own	S
Once more of late her joy was mine	Y
Once more for her my flames could shine	Y
My thunder echo clear	N2
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For when the tide of battle rolled	Q
Against the far Crimean shore	H
And France and Britain downward bore	H
The Russian in his chosen hold	Q
My last salute of victory told	Q
For France as oft of yore	H

John Campbell

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