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smallfoot wrote:

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In article <dn78rr$slg$1@newsg4.svr.pol.co.uk>, Robert Peffers decided
to try to bore everyone in the universe with this crap:

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In article <dn67i0$37o$1@newsg2.svr.pol.co.uk>, Robert Peffers decided
to try to bore everyone in the universe with this crap:

[Aratzio]

On Thu, 08 Dec 2005 00:17:44 GMT, Hachiroku <Trueno@ae86.GTS> got
double secret probation because:

[The Really Bad Poetry Ins]

It can't be worse than McGonagall

Here we go.................

McGonagall

A Descriptive Poem on the Silvery Tay
Beautiful silvery Tay,
With your landscapes, so lovely and gay,
Along each side of your waters, to Perth all the way;
No other river in the world has got scenery more fine,
Only I am told the beautiful Rhine,
Near to Wormit Bay, it seems very fine,
Where the Railway Bridge is towering above its waters sublime,
And the beautiful ship Mars,
With her Juvenile Tars,
Both lively and gay,
Does carelessly lie
By night and by day,
In the beautiful Bay
Of the silvery Tay.
Beautiful, beautiful! silvery Tay,
Thy scenery is enchanting on a fine summer day,
Near by Balmerino it is beautiful to behold,
When the trees are in full bloom and the cornfields seems like gold -
And nature's face seems gay,
And the lambkins they do play,
And the humming bee is on the wing,
It is enough to make one sing,
While they carelessly do stray,
Along the beautiful banks of the silvery Tay,
Beautiful silvery Tay, rolling smoothly on your way,
Near by Newport, as clear as the day,
Thy scenery around is charming I'll be bound...
And would make the heart of any one feel light and gay on a fine summer
day, To view the beautiful scenery along the banks of the silvery Tay.

[Daedalus]

On Thu, 8 Dec 2005 00:01:05 -0500, smallfoot <walk@but.softly>, wrote:

[smallfoot]

In article <dn9iic$gqj$1@newsg2.svr.pol.co.uk>, Robert Peffers moaned:

[Dennis M. Hammes]

bru wrote:

[The Really Bad Poetry Ins]

It can't be worse than McGonagall

It can't be worse than McGonagall

Today's Scottish Cultural Gem is Mcgonagall's:

A Humble Heroine

Twas at the Seige of Matagarda, during the Peninsular War,
That a Mrs Reston for courage outshone any man there by far;
She was the wife of a Scottish soldier in Matagarda Port,
And to attend to her husband she there did resort.
'Twas in the Spring of the year 1810,
That General Sir Thomas Graham occupied Matagarda with 150 men;
These consisted of a detachment from the Scots Brigade,
And on that occasion they weren't in the least afraid.
And Captain Maclaine of the 94th did the whole of them command,
And the courage the men displayed was really grand;
Because they held Matagarda for fifty-four days,
Against o'erwhelming numbers of the French - therefore they are worthy
of praise.
The British were fighting on behalf of Spain,
But if they fought on their behalf they didn't fight in vain;
For they beat them manfully by land and sea,
And from the shores of Spain they were forced to flee.
Because Captain Maclaine set about repairing the old fort,
So as to make it comfortable for his men to resort;
And there he kept his men at work day by day,
Filling sand-bags and stuffing them in the walls without delay.
There was one woman in the fort during those trying dags,
A Mrs Reston, who is worthy of great praise;
She acted like a ministering angel to the soldiers while there,
By helping them to fill sand-bags, it was her constant care.
Mrs Reston behaved as fearlessly as any soldier in the garrison,
And amongst the soldiers golden opinions she won,
For her presence was everywhere amongst the men,
And the service invaluable she rendered to them.
Methinks I see that brave heroine carrying her child,
Whilst the bullets were falling around her, enough to drive her wild;
And bending over it to protect it from danger,
Because to war's alarms it was a stranger.
And while the shells shrieked around, and their fragments did scatter,
She was serving the men at the guns with wine and water;
And while the shot whistled around, her courage wasn't slack,
Because to the soldiers she carried sand-bags on her back.
A little drummer boy was told to fetch water from the well,
But he was afraid because the bullets from the enemy around it fell;
And the Doctor cried to the boy, Why are you standing there?
But Mrs Reston said, Doctor, the bairn is feared, I do declare.
And she said, Give me the pail, laddie, I'll fetch the water,
Not fearing that the shot would her brains scatter;
And without a moment's hesitation she took the pail,
Whilst the shot whirred thick around her, yet her courage didn't fail.
And to see that heroic woman the scene was most grand,
Because as she drew the water a shot cut the rope in her hand;
But she caught the pail with her hand dexterously,
Oh! the scene was imposing end most beautiful to see.
The British fought bravely, as they are always willing to do,
Although their numbers were but few;
So they kept up the cannonading with their artillery,
And stood manfully at their guns against the enemy.
And five times the flagstaff was shot away,
And as often was it replaced without dismay;
And the flag was fastened to an angle of the wall,
And the British resolved to defend it whatever did befall.
So the French were beaten and were glad to run,
And the British for defeating them golden opinions have won
Ah through brave Captain Maclaine and his heroes bold,
Likewise Mrs Reston, whose name should be written in letters of
gold.Historical Note
Matagorda was an outlying fort in the defences of Cadiz - one of the few
Spanish cities not occupied by the French in early 1810. It was occupied
on 22 February 1810 by a detachment British artillery and a company of
the 94th(Scots Brigade) Regiment under Captain Maclaine. Aided by a
Spanish flotilla, the garrison held on to their exposed post until 21st
April, when superior numbers of French guns drove away the Spanish
gunboats and hammered the fort for thirty hours.

The courage of Mrs. Reston during this bombardment (though he disagrees
about her name) was noted by Sir William Napier in his History of the
Peninsular War (Book X, Chapt 5):
And here must be recorded an action of which it is difficult to say
whether it were most feminine or heroic. A sergeant's wife named Retson,
was in a
casemate with the wounded men when a very young drummer boy was
ordered to fetch water from the well of the fort; seeing the child
hesitate, she snatched the vessel from his hand, braved the terrible
cannonade herself and though a shot cut the bucket-cord from her hold,
she recovered it and fulfilled her mission.
Contrary to McGonagall's patriotic conclusion, the newly arrived General
Graham ordered a withdrawal from Matagorda which they did on the 22nd
April, having suffered 64 casualties from an original force of 140 men.
Their gallant commander eventually became General Sir Archibald
Maclaine.



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