Arthur Conan Doyle

“ The Grenadiers of Austria are proper men and tall;
The Grenadiers of Austria have scaled the city wall;
They have marched from far away
Ere the dawning of the day,
And the morning saw them masters of Cremona.
There's not a man to whisper, there's not a horse to neigh ”

“ And along the winding Po,
Beard on shoulder, stern and slow
The Kaiserlics are riding from Cremona.
Just two hundred Irish lads are shouting on the wall;
Four hundred more are lying who can hear no slogan call ”