The Line and Square

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The foundations on which we built Empire

Are scarcely a secret to share

The offensive force of musketry fire

The defensive strength of the square.


The advantages of the musketry line

Are best learned mathematically

And not from one hundred metres in front

As Frenchie would no doubt agree.


The French they attack you in column

Of maybe 10,000 or more

Which stretch back for hundreds of metres

With 20 or less at the fore.


They pick their way over their stumblers

A mass of men crowded and dense

And plan that by pressure of numbers

To smash their way through a defence.


But a column will pay a terrible price

In pain and in death and in gore

That numbers are simply one device in

Mathematics of battle and war.


For the column as it advances fore

Fires from the front 20 men

While a line of a thousand muskets or more

Repays this again and again.


And speed of the sequence of volleys tell

The cycle of prime, load and fire

Three volleys a minute brings three spits of Hell

The thunder of King George’s choir.


And practice and drill and practice again

Makes firing come off as you planned

But all of the training and drilling of men

Can never teach them to stand.


 And so the mathematics of warfare

Would counteract their column’s force

But the line would always be vulnerable

To a charge of the cavalry horse.


Then you looked kindly on the training you’d done

On the drillyard which helped you prepare

For making efficient manoeuvre upon

Hearing the order “Form square!”


When the lancers charged you stood and held line

Till signalled by bugle or drums

To break into square too early a time

Invited the wrath of their guns.


For a six pound shot hitting into the line

Would take out a redcoat or two

But 20 or more would go to Hell

If into the square one flew.


But once we were set and bayonets fixed

Or our pikes were driven in ground

There wasn’t a lancer in all of France

Wouldn’t swing his charger around.


And when they fell back from a failed attack

The bugles once more’d give the sign

Three volleys repeated as they’d retreated

A gift from King George’s red line.

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John Coopey

Wed 13th Jun 2018 13:37

Thanks, Wood. One from my back catalogue of Greatest Hits. Are you a time traveller? I posted this in 2011.

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Tue 12th Jun 2018 01:13

you've spent time with this and let the sound spin.
thank you for sharing your work.

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John Coopey

Mon 31st Jan 2011 22:37

I am indebted to Bernard Cornwell for the little knowledge of history I have.

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