At the peak of their powers, from London to Leith
They died in their dozens, brave, coward and thief
But to sufferers with toothache each man did bequeath
A prize beyond measure, his Waterloo teeth
...
Read full text
A great poem about a little known phenomenon written with verve and wit enjoyed mightily
My wife's Direct Ancestor, a Cameron, fought at Waterloo but survived with his teeth! A very sad and also a very funny poem with a terrific rhythm. Must go in my favourites' list, Sheena.