"an Englishman"

“ O'er France belch bullets and hell-fire breath,
" Annex," intrigue, to right and left,
More " pious " after every theft,
Bishops and priests " Te Deum " singing,
As each fresh victory-peal is ringing,
Each burial-squad its heap is flinging
Of boys, men, peasants, ten thousand strong,
In grave-trench, wide, and deep and long,
Bayoneted, brain'd, mow'd down or burn'd —
For that the conqueror's yoke they spurn'd,
Because (foul villains !) they dared to stand
Fighting for their dear Fatherland ! ”