WHAT a charming thing's a battle! Trumpets sounding, drums a-beating; Crack, crick, crack, the cannons rattle, Every heart with joy elating. With what pleasure are we spying, From the front and from the rear, Round us in the smoky air, Heads and limbs and bullets flying! Then the groans of soldiers dying, Just like sparrows as it were: At each pop, Hundreds drop, While the muskets prittle prattle. Killed and wounded Lie confounded: What a charming thing's a battle! But the pleasant joke of all Is when to close attack we fall, Like mad bulls each other butting, Shooting, stabbing, maiming, cutting; Horse and foot All go to't, Kill's the word, both men and cattle, Then to plunder: Blood and thunder, What a charming thing's a battle! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...OLD OSAWATOMIE by CARL SANDBURG EPITAPH: FOR MY GRANDMOTHER by COUNTEE CULLEN D.G.C. TO J.A by EMILY JANE BRONTE THE CHARWOMAN by GEORGE LAWRENCE ANDREWS BACCHUS AND THE FROGS by ARISTOPHANES VERSES, OCCASIONED BY AN AFFECTING INSTANCE OF SUDDEN DEATH by BERNARD BARTON |