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"Hurrah for the hearts of Englishmen, / And the thoroughbred's long stride, / As the vibrating, turf-tearing hoof-thunder rolled, / 'Twas worth a year of one's life, all told, / To have seen our fellows ride!"
But what avails the sabre sweep? / There rolls the awful sound, / Telling through heart, and limb, and brain, / That the cannon mows its ghastly lane, / And corses strew the ground.