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I	A
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'Twas in that memorable year	B
France threaten'd to put off in	C
Flat bottom'd boats intending each	D
To be a British coffin	C
To make sad widows of our wives	E
And every babe an orphan	F
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II	A
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When coats were made of scarlet cloaks	E
And heads were dredg'd with flour	G
I listed in the Lawyer's Corps	E
Against the battle hour	G
A perfect Volunteer for why	A
I brought my will and pow'r	H
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III	A
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One dreary day a day of dread	I
Like Cato's over cast	J
About the hour of six the morn	K
And I were breaking fast	J
There came a loud and sudden sound	L
That struck me all aghast	J
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IV	M
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A dismal sort of morning roll	N
That was not to be eaten	F
Although it was no skin of mine	O
But parchment that was beaten	F
I felt tattooed through all my flesh	P
Like any Otaheitan	F
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V	M
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My jaws with utter dread enclos'd	Q
The morsel I was munching	R
And terror lock'd them up so tight	S
My very teeth went crunching	R
All through my bread and tongue at once	E
Like sandwich made at lunching	R
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VI	M
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My hand that held the tea pot fast	J
Stiffen'd but yet unsteady	M
Kept pouring pouring pouring o'er	G
The cup in one long eddy	M
Till both my hose were marked with tea	M
As they were mark'd already	M
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VII	M
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I felt my visage turn from red	I
To white from cold to hot	T
But it was nothing wonderful	U
My color changed I wot	T
For like some variable silks	E
I felt that I was shot	T
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VIII	M
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And looking forth with anxious eye	M
From my snug upper story	M
I saw our melancholy corps	E
Going to beds all gory	M
The pioneers seem'd very loth	V
To axe their way to glory	M
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IX	E
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The captain march'd as mourners march	W
The ensign too seem'd lagging	R
And many more although they were	G
No ensigns took to flagging	R
Like corpses in the Serpentine	F
Methought they wanted dragging	R
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X	E
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But while I watch'd the thought of death	X
Came like a chilly gust	T
And lo I shut the window down	F
With very little lust	T
To join so many marching men	F
That soon might be March dust	T
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XI	E
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Quoth I Since Fate ordains it so	E
Our foe the coast must land on	F
I felt so warm beside the fire	G
I cared not to abandon	F
Our hearths and homes are always things	E
That patriots make a stand on	F
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XII	E
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The fools that fight abroad for home	Y
Thought I may get a wrong one	F
Let those who have no homes at all	Z
Go battle for a long one	F
The mirror here confirm'd me this	E
Reflection by a strong one	F
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XIII	E
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For there where I was wont to shave	M
And deck me like Adonis	E
There stood the leader of our foes	E
With vultures for his armies	E
No Corsican but Death himself	M
The Bony of all Bonies	E
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XIV	M
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A horrid sight it was and sad	T
To see the grisly chap	A2
Put on my crimson livery	E
And then begin to clap	A2
My helmet on ah me it felt	T
Like any felon's cap	A2
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XV	M
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My plume seem'd borrow'd from a hearse	E
An undertaker's crest	T
My epaulette's like coffin plates	E
My belt so heavy press'd	T
Four pipeclay cross roads seem'd to lie	M
At once upon my breast	T
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XVI	M
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My brazen breast plate only lack'd	T
A little heap of salt	T
To make me like a corpse full dress'd	T
Preparing for the vault	T
To set up what the Poet calls	E
My everlasting halt	T
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XVII	M
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This funeral show inclined me quite	T
To peace and here I am	B2
Whilst better lions go to war	E
Enjoying with the lamb	B2
A lengthen'd life that might have been	F
A Martial Epigram	B2

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