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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