Dulce et Decorum Est [Symphony No. 5 III. Romanza Excerpt]-Peter Cundall/Dimity Hall

[ti:Dulce et Decorum Est (Symphony No. 5 III. Romanza Excerpt)] [ar:Peter Cundall/Dimity Hall] [al:Peter Cundall Reads War Poetry] [by:] [offset:0] [00:00.00]Dulce et Decorum Est [Symphony No. 5 III. Romanza Excerpt] - Peter Cundall/Dimity Hall [00:26.98]Bent double like old beggars under sacks [00:29.61] [00:30.15]Knockkneed coughing like hags we cursed through sludge [00:34.39]Till on the haunting flares we turned our backs [00:37.59]And towards our distant rest began to trudge [00:41.04] [00:41.93]Men marched asleep many had lost their boots [00:45.70]But limped on bloodshod all went lame all blind [00:51.01] [00:51.59]Drunk with fatigue deaf even to the hoots [00:55.82]Of disappointed shells that dropped behind [00:58.71] [01:00.22]Gas gas quick boys an ecstasy of fumbling [01:04.82]Fitting the clumsy helmets just in time [01:07.42] [01:08.20]But someone still was yelling out and stumbling [01:11.22]And floundering like a man in fire or lime [01:14.07] [01:14.75]Dim through the misty panes and thick green light [01:18.35]As under a green sea I saw him drowning [01:21.58] [01:22.47]In all my dreams before my helpless sight [01:25.66]He plunges at me guttering choking drowning [01:30.04] [01:30.67]If in some smothering dreams you too could pace [01:35.16]Behind the wagon that we flung him in [01:37.73]And watch the white eyes writhing in his face [01:41.23]His hanging face like a devil's sick of sin [01:45.52]If you could hear at every jolt the blood [01:48.85]Come gargling from the frothcorrupted lungs [01:51.79]Obscene as cancer bitter as the cud [01:55.19]Of vile incurable sores on innocent tongues [01:58.78] [01:59.93]My friend you would not tell with such high zest [02:03.69]To children ardent for some desperate glory [02:07.02]The old lie dulce et decorum est [02:11.49]Pro patria mori