William Makepeace Thackeray
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Ballads the chronicle of drums. At Paris, hard by the Maine barriers, Whoever will choose to repair, Midst a dozen of wooden-legged warriors. May haply fall in with old Pierre. On the sunshiny bench of a tavern. He sits and he prates of old wars, And moistens his pipe of tobacco. With a drink that is named after Mars.