The war worn horses' appeal. We brought you food, we dragged your guns, We bore the brunt of shot and shell, We helped with will against the Huns, Till worn and over-taxed we fell. Give us the rest and cure we crave, Nor let less kindly hands enslave ... The servants at the King's command, Give us back health to help the land
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