Mel Carter

Rookie [Carmel]

The Universal Soldier

I have cut and thrust with gusto, locked horns with tooth and nail
With might and main I've held my own, outlasted chain and mail
I've taken chance with listed lance,
Crossed swords with tilt-yard blade:
But you won't glimpse clear the flashing spear
Of my funeral cavalcade.

I left the Latin Legion Ninth in Pictish mist and cloud
Cross-Rubiconed my regiments, thumbed-up the hapless cowed

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