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Burial of Sir John Moore at Corunna, by Rev. Charles Wolfe (1791-1823)
Not a drum was heard, not a funeral note, As his corse to the rampart we hurried;Nor
a solider discharged his farewell shot O'er the grave where our hero was buried.
We buried him darkly at the dead of night, The sods with our bayonets turning,By
the struggling moonbeam's misty light, And the lantern dimly burning.
No useless coffin enclosed his breast, Nor in sheet nor 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 gaz'd on the face that was dead; And we bitterly thought of the morrow.
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