He fell in victory's fierce pursuit,
Holed through and through with shot,
A sabre sweep had hacked him deep
Twixt neck and shoulderknot....
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But there he hangs for tavern sign, With foolish bold regard For and hen and loitering men And wagons down the yard. wonderful illustration. tony