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Dreary East winds howling o'er us; / Clay-lands knee-deep spread before us; / Mire and ice and snow and sleet; / Aching backs and frozen feet; / Knees which reel as marches quicken, / Ranks which thin as corpses thicken; / While with carrion birds we eat, / Calling puddle-water sweet, / As we pledge the health of our general, who fares as rough as we: / What can daunt us, what can turn us, led to death by such as he?
Eversley, 1848.