Ban goc (Tiếng Anh)

“We talked of pipe-clay regulation caps—     Long twenty-fours—short culverins and mortars— Condemn’d the ‘Horse Guards’ for a set of raps,     And cursed our fate at being in such quarters. Some smoked, some sighed, and some were heard to snore;     Some wished themselves five fathoms ’neath the Solway; And some did pray—who never prayed before—     That they might get the ‘route’ for Cork or Galway.”