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Gough's Cough

The sunlight shone down on the long road,

Deserted and silent;

No motor, or cyclist, nor horseman, nor even --

Save only for me, who went silent,

And a young girl who passed me, demure,

And as fresh as the Spring, and as lovely,

And daintily stepping.

And yet as she passed me I swear to you

Somebody coughed.

No merely civilian, inadequate, meaningless cough.

But a soldier's cough, chesty, profound,

And female/attention/compelling.

Yet the road was quite empty

Save only for me, who went silent,

And the lovely demure/stepping maid,

And the statue of Gough on his horse,

With his field-marshal's baton.