Man-O-War Poem by Pierre Rausch

Who was attached to a saddle
It had been figured for long
The soldiers had no sleep
Can still be measured to figuration
Can still be measured
Can still sailspread
The road was so narrow at the ship
Provided that they furnished
Wellington, Wellington, Harold Wellington.
Washington, Washington, Harold Wellington.
Up guards an d' aim straight
The regiment of red flat behind
Adopted
It was not a pleasant thought
The wherewithal to a monument
Which was probably perfidious
An express at full speed
The sun had long gone
Believing themselves been vanquished
They had seen it rise
The soldier in that troop
A broken sword in sailor hand