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Memorial Tablet

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(GREAT WAR)     Squire nagged and bullied till I went to fight     (Under Lord Derby's scheme). I died in hell -     (They called it Passchendaele); my wound was slight,     And I was hobbling back, and then a shell     Burst slick upon the duck-boards; so I fell     Into the bottomless mud, and lost the light.     In sermon-time, while Squire is in his pew,     He gives my gilded name a thoughtful stare;     For though low down upon the list, I'm there:     "In proud and glorious memory" - that's my due.     Two bleeding years I fought in France for Squire;     I suffered anguish that he's never guessed;     Once I came home on leave; and then went west.     What greater glory could a man desire?

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