My Messiah Poem by Pierre Rausch

Ranged in echelons and set in motion
Between the brigades, the music at their head
Which were more peculiar than witty
Had the white and amaranth cockade
For the sake of glorification
Lancers of Bro and beneath the crisscross
The battalion of Lunenburg
Ponsonby's great dragoon
My Messiah, you are right, when you say I fail, all I ever do, is the dream that sails
Lo, le, li, la delia, My Messiah
Were shall be raised a handful lip
In Betlehem, there stands a crib