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Our guns are a league behind us, our target a mile below, / And there's never a cloud to blind us from the haunts of / our lurking foe -- / Sunk pit whence his shrapnel tore us, support-trench / crest-concealed, / As clear as the charts before us, his ramparts lie revealed.
His panicked watchers spy us, a droning threat in the void; / Their whistling shells outfly us -- puff upon puff, deployed / Across the green beneath us, across the flanking grey, / In fume and fire to sheathe us and balk us of our prey.