The March to Waterloo
At The Bush Hotel in Farnham Town
between the topiary and Eiderdown,
many a girl hitched her silken gown
trading modesty for half a crown.
In The Queens Head pub
not far from there,
many a lad without a care,
drunkenly compelled did the story share,
with reckless abandon and vulgar flair.
Though one whose tongue
does wag no more,
is laid beneath my flagstone floor,
some say he went to join the war
but there he’ll sleep for evermore.
Soldiers marching to and returning from England’s various wars were frequently billeted in Hotels and Inn’s in the South of England. Farnham in Hampshire was one such town, with some of its establishments becoming notorious for less than gentlemanly behaviour. This tale is inspired by a previous life, and events which may have occurred.