The Siege Of York Poem by Paul Reed

The Siege Of York



Sixteen forty two was the year
Canoneers and gunners alike
Thomas Coatsworth and others of his ilk
Employed musket ball and pike

Lord Fairfax and his army were in York
Some of whom were from Hull
All gathered there to lay siege
With gunmetal glinting or dull

Blood letting was the aim
Of many a maniacal mind that day
To force the result by arms and swipe
Brave soldiers flesh to flay

Centuries later mass graves were found
And the common notion laid void
Men who died not of battle wounds
But laid low with virus typhoid

So instead of dying with battle honours
And Royalty flag to seize
These men simply laid down and died
Not slain but from deadly disease

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