Classic and Contemporary Poetry
A WATERLOO BALLAD, by THOMAS HOOD Poet Analysis Poet's Biography First Line: To waterloo, with sad ado, / and many a sigh and groan Last Line: And see th' illuminations.' Subject(s): Waterloo; Battle Of Waterloo | ||||||||
To Waterloo, with sad ado, And many a sigh and groan, Amongst the dead, came Patty Head, To look for Peter Stone. 'O prithee tell, good sentinel, If I shall find him here? I'm come to weep upon his corse, My Ninety-Second dear! Into our town a serjeant came, With ribands all so fine, A-flaunting in his cap - alas! His bow enlisted mine! They taught him how to turn his toes, And stand as stiff as starch; I thought that it was love and May, But it was love and March! A sorry March indeed to leave The friends he might have kep', - No March of Intellect it was, But quite a foolish step. O prithee tell, good sentinel, If hereabout he lies? I want a corpse with reddish hair, And very sweet blue eyes.' Her sorrow on the sentinel Appear'd to deeply strike: - 'Walk in,' he said, 'among the dead, And pick out which you like.' And soon she picked out Peter Stone, Half turned a corse; A cannon was his bolster, and His mattrass was a horse. 'O Peter Stone, O Peter Stone, Lord here has been a skrimmage! What have they done to your poor breast That used to hold my image?' 'O Patty Head, O Patty Head, You're come to my last kissing; Before I'm set in the Gazette As wounded, dead, and missing! Alas! a splinter of a shell Right in my stomach sticks; French mortars don't agree so well With stomachs as French bricks. This very night a merry dance At Brussels was to be; - Instead of opening a ball, A ball has opened me. Its billet every bullet has, And well it does fulfil it; - I wish mine hadn't come so straight, But been a "crooked billet". And then there came a cuirassier And cut me on the chest; - He had no pity in his heart, For he had steel'd his breast. Next thing a lancer, with his lance, Began to thrust away; I call'd for quarter, but, alas! It was not Quarter-day. He ran his spear right through my arm, Just here above the joint; - O Patty dear, it was no joke, Although it had a point. With loss of blood I fainted off, As dead as women do - But soon by charging over me, The Coldstream brought me to. With kicks and cuts, and balls and blows, I throb and ache all over; I'm quite convinc'd the field of Mars Is not a field of clover! O why did I a soldier turn For any royal Guelph? I might have been a Butcher, and In business for myself! O why did I the bounty take (And here he gasp'd for breath) My shillingsworth of 'list is nail'd Upon the door of death! Without a coffin I shall lie And sleep my sleep eternal: Not ev'n a shell - my only chance Of being made a Kernel! O Patty dear, our wedding bells With never ring at Chester! Here I must lie in Honour's bed, That isn't worth a tester! Farewell, my regimental mates, With whom I used to dress! My corps is changed, and I am now, In quite another mess. Farewell, my Patty dear, I have No dying consolations, Except, when I am dead, you'll go And see th' Illuminations.' | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE DYNASTS: 3. ACT SIXTH by THOMAS HARDY SONNETS OF MANHOOD: 28. WATERLOO by GEORGE BARLOW (1847-1913) EPITAPH ON TOMBSTONE ERECTED OVER MARQUIS OF ANGLESEA'S LEG by GEORGE CANNING THE RED CROSS OF ENGLAND: ENTRY OF THE MARINES by ELIZA COOK ON A DRAWING OF THE ELM-TREE; ... DUKE OF WELLINGTON STOOD by GEORGE CRABBE ON SCOTT'S 'THE FIELD OF WATERLOO' by THOMAS ERSKINE THE PASSING OF THE EMPEROR by AVERY L. GILES |
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