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Bent double, like old beggars under sacks, / Knock-kneed, coughing like hags, we cursed through sludge, / Till on the haunting flares we turned our backs, / And towards our distant rest began to trudge.
Men marched asleep. Many had lost their boots, / But limped on, blood-shod. All went lame, all blind; / Drunk with fatigue; deaf even to the hoots / Of gas-shells dropping softly behind.