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Sergeant Warnock
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Cyrus Warnock was born on a farm in spring 1882
A typical hard-nosed Dorset lad and a bastard through and through
Who found to the Magistrates' relief a calling more fulfilling
He signed on the line in '99 and took Victoria's shilling
Trooper Warnock of the Third Hussars was raring for a fight. He
Embarked on the troopship Malabar and waved so long to Blighty
As the tub cast off from Liverpool, so the boys all raised a cheer
The Empire needed the Third Hussars to defend the North Frontier
Well, India lasted for eighteen months, before the new orders came
"Twenty-four hours, and you're shipping out!"
And it met with wild acclaim!
Except this time, they were heading south
And not for old England's shores
But from Bombay down to Bloemfontein to help to sort out the Boers
In not much more than a few short months, as Edward began to reign
The Third Hussars were all redeployed โ bloody India again!
So Corporal Warnock took his platoon as part of the entourage
Way up into the north Punjab to bolster the British Raj
The Great War came, and the Third Hussars
Deployed to the Western Front
Carnage came from a cold grey sky, and everyone bore the brunt
Yet some mysterious twist of fate kept one man's platoons intact
As Warnock's troops kept battling through
When many around them cracked
Sergeant Warnock of the Third Hussars was almost God Almighty
The boys all knew, if anyone could, he'd get them back to Blighty
It hit them hard when the moment came โ they were at Armentiรจres
That the whiz-bang took off Warnock's head
And Sarge was no longer there
A hundred years to the very day, brothers Luc and Jacques Moreau
A couple of young detectorists โ spotted something down below
And what they'd found was a skeleton with two rusty bayonets
And a dog tag and a silver case containing five cigarettes
And under the cigarettes, a note had perfectly been preserved
It was Sergeant Warnock's last request
To those with whom he had served
The hope, I'd guess, of all fighting men however far they may roam
In pencil, and in a steady hand, it simply said, "Bring me home!"
So all was arranged when finally permissions had been obtained
What first began on a Dorset farm when Queen Victoria reigned
Was ending with a ceremony and a Regimental plaque
When Sergeant Warnock of the Third Hussars
Had finally made it back
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