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Lyr Req: Burial of Sir John Moore after Coruna

Edain 19 Feb 03 - 05:24 AM
IanC 19 Feb 03 - 05:32 AM
IanC 19 Feb 03 - 05:33 AM
GUEST,MCP 19 Feb 03 - 05:36 AM
Edain 19 Feb 03 - 12:58 PM
HuwG 19 Feb 03 - 01:13 PM
GUEST 20 Feb 03 - 03:59 AM
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Subject: Lyr Req: Burial of Sir John Moore after Coruna
From: Edain
Date: 19 Feb 03 - 05:24 AM

Has any one got the words? It starts off;

Not a drum was heard, not a funeral note
As he corpse to the ramparts we hurried.
Not a soldier discharged his farewell shot
O'er the grave where our hero we buried.
We buried him sadly, at dead of night
The sods with our baynets turning
We steadfastly gazed on the face that was dead
And we bitterly thought on the morrow


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Subject: RE: Lyr Req: Burial of Sir John Moore after Coruna
From: IanC
Date: 19 Feb 03 - 05:32 AM

here.

:-)


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Subject: Lyr Add: THE BURIAL OF SIR JOHN MOORE AT CORUNNA
From: IanC
Date: 19 Feb 03 - 05:33 AM

Not a drum was heard, nor a funeral note,
    As his corse to the rampart we hurried;
Not a soldier discharged his farewell shot
    O'er the grave where our hero we buried.

We buried him darkly at dead of night,
    The sods with our bayonets turning;
By the struggling moonbeam's misty light
    And the lanthorn dimly burning.

   No useless coffin enclosed his breast,
    Nor in sheet nor in shroud we wound him;
But he lay like a warrior taking his rest
    With his martial cloak around him.

Few and short were the prayers we said,
    And we spoke not a word of sorrow;
But we steadfastly gazed on the face that was dead,
    And we bitterly thought of the morrow.

We thought, as we hollowed his narrow bed
    And smoothed down his lonely pillow,
That the foe and the stranger would tread o'er his head,
    And we far away on the billow!

Lightly they'll talk of the spirit that's gone
    And o'er his cold ashes upbraid him,--
But little he'll reck, if they let him sleep on
    In the grave where a Briton has laid him.

But half of our heavy task was done
    When the clock struck the hour for retiring:
And we heard the distant and random gun
    That the foe was sullenly firing.

Slowly and sadly we laid him down,
    From the field of his fame fresh and gory;
We carved not a line, and we raised not a stone,
    But left him alone with his glory.

by Charles Wolfe


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Subject: RE: Lyr Req: Burial of Sir John Moore after Coruna
From: GUEST,MCP
Date: 19 Feb 03 - 05:36 AM

There are at least 5 copies at The Bodleian Ballad Collection (eg Burial of Sir John Moore). If you search on Burial you'll find them.

Mick


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Subject: RE: Lyr Req: Burial of Sir John Moore after Coruna
From: Edain
Date: 19 Feb 03 - 12:58 PM

cheers all


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Subject: RE: Lyr Req: Burial of Sir John Moore after Coruna
From: HuwG
Date: 19 Feb 03 - 01:13 PM

A Frank Muir version:

Not a drum was heard, not a funeral note,
As his horse on the ramparts we curried

It went on for much longer in similar vein.


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Subject: RE: Lyr Req: Burial of Sir John Moore after Coruna
From: GUEST
Date: 20 Feb 03 - 03:59 AM

They buried him darkly at dead of night, the sods!


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Subject: RE: Lyr Req: Burial of Sir John Moore after Coruna
From: GUEST,Hrothgar
Date: 20 Feb 03 - 04:49 AM

That last one was me. What the hell happened to my cookie??

Stinking machines are out to get me. Mumble, mumble ...


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