The key-bugle remarked with singular distinction to the dawn:
dy I know a lad fair kind and Was never face so mind please my yA sudden waft of pleasure at the seventeenth-century air that the tones gave to the landscape went all over Tietjens…Herrick and Purcell!…Or perhaps it was a modern imitation, Good enough. He asked:
‘What the devil’s that row, Sergeant?’
The Sergeant disappeared behind the muddied sacking curtain. There was a guard-room in there. The key-bugle said:
Fair kind... and Fair Fair Fair kind... and ... and ... and
- Ford Madox Ford, A Man Could Stand Up(Source: gsharps)
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