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&amp;#039;&amp;#039;The Storming Party&amp;#039;&amp;#039; is a poem written by [[Arthur Conan Doyle]] first published in [[The Speaker|The Speaker: The Liberal Review]] on 6 february 1892.&lt;br /&gt;
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__TOC__&lt;br /&gt;
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== Editions ==&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
* in &amp;#039;&amp;#039;[[The Speaker]]&amp;#039;&amp;#039; (6 february 1892 [UK])&lt;br /&gt;
* in &amp;#039;&amp;#039;[[Songs of Action]]&amp;#039;&amp;#039; (1898-1916, [[Smith, Elder &amp;amp; Co.]] [UK])&lt;br /&gt;
* in &amp;#039;&amp;#039;[[Songs of Action]]&amp;#039;&amp;#039; (august 1898, [[Charles Scribner&amp;#039;s Sons]] [US])&lt;br /&gt;
* in &amp;#039;&amp;#039;[[Songs of Action]]&amp;#039;&amp;#039; (september 1898, [[Doubleday &amp;amp; McClure Co.|Doubleday, Page &amp;amp; Co.]] [US])&lt;br /&gt;
* in &amp;#039;&amp;#039;[[Songs of Action]]&amp;#039;&amp;#039; (1918-1920, [[John Murray]] [UK])&lt;br /&gt;
* in &amp;#039;&amp;#039;[[The Poems of Arthur Conan Doyle]]&amp;#039;&amp;#039; (1922-1928, [[John Murray]] [UK])&lt;br /&gt;
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== The Storming Party ==&lt;br /&gt;
[[File:the-speaker-1892-02-06-p172-the-storming-party.jpg|thumb|250px|thumb|[[The Speaker]] (6 february 1892, p. 172)]]&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
=== Original version (The Speaker) ===&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Said Ted Leroy to Barrow,&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Though the breach is steep and narrow,&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
If we only gain the summit&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
It is odds we have the fort.&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
I have ten and you have twenty,&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
And the thirty should be plenty,&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
With Henderson and Henty&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
And McDermott in support.&amp;quot;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Said Barrow to Leroy,&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;It&amp;#039;s a solid job, my boy,&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
For they&amp;#039;ve flanked it,&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
And they&amp;#039;ve banked it,&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
And they&amp;#039;ve bored it with a mine.&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
But it&amp;#039;s only fifty paces&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Ere we look them in the faces,&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
And the men are in their places,&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
With their toes upon the line.&amp;quot;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Said Ted Leroy to Barrow,&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;See that first ray, like an arrow,&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
How it tinges&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
All the fringes&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Of the heavy drifting skies!&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
My orders are, begin it&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
At five thirty to the minute;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
So at thirty-one I&amp;#039;m in it,&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Or my junior gets his rise.&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;We&amp;#039;ll see the signal rocket,&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
And — Barrow, what&amp;#039;s that locket—&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
That turquoise-studded locket,&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Which you lifted from your pocket&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
And are pressing with a kiss?&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Turquoise-studded, spiral-twisted,&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Ah, &amp;#039;tis it! And I had missed it&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
From her chain, and you have kissed it!&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Barrow! Villain! What is this?&amp;quot;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Leroy, I had a warning&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
That my time has come this morning,&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
So I speak with frankness, scorning&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
That my last breath should be false.&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Yes, it&amp;#039;s hers, this golden trinket,&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Little turquoise-studded trinket,&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
She never gave it — do not think it,&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
For I stole it in a waltz.&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;As we danced I gently drew it&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
From the chain. She never knew it.&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
But I love her, yes, I love her!&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
I am candid, I confess;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
But I never breathed it — never!&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
For I knew &amp;#039;twas vain endeavour.&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
And she loved you — loved you ever!&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Would to God she loved you less!&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Barrow, villain, you shall pay me,&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Me! Your comrade! to betray me!&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
I need no man&amp;#039;s word that Amy&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Is as true as wife can be;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
She to give a man a locket!&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
She would rather — Ha! the rocket!&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Hi, McDougall!&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Blow the bugle!&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Yorkshires! Yorkshires! follow me!&amp;quot;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Said Ted Leroy to Amy,&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Well, wifie, you may blame me,&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
For my temper overcame me,&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
When he told me of his shame.&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
And when I saw him lying,&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
In a heap of dead and dying,&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Why, poor devil, I was trying&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
To forget, and not to blame.&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;And the locket — I unclasped it.&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
From the fingers that still grasped it,&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
He told me how he got it,&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
How he stole it in a waltz!&amp;quot;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
And she listened leaden-hearted.&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Oh, the weary day they parted!&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
For she loved him, ah, she loved him.&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
For his youth, and for his truth,&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
And for those dying words so false.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
=== Collected volumes version ===&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;#039;&amp;#039;In color the differences with the original text published in The Speaker.&amp;#039;&amp;#039;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Said &amp;lt;span class=&amp;quot;q&amp;quot;&amp;gt;Paul&amp;lt;/span&amp;gt; Leroy to Barrow,&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;#039;Though the &amp;lt;span class=&amp;quot;q&amp;quot;&amp;gt;breach&amp;lt;/span&amp;gt; is steep and narrow,&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
If we only gain the summit&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;span class=&amp;quot;q&amp;quot;&amp;gt;Then it&amp;#039;s&amp;lt;/span&amp;gt; odds we &amp;lt;span class=&amp;quot;q&amp;quot;&amp;gt;hold&amp;lt;/span&amp;gt; the fort.&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;span class=&amp;quot;q&amp;quot;&amp;gt;You&amp;lt;/span&amp;gt; have ten and &amp;lt;span class=&amp;quot;q&amp;quot;&amp;gt;I&amp;lt;/span&amp;gt; have twenty,&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
And the thirty should be plenty,&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
With Henderson and Henty&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
And McDermott in support.&amp;#039;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Said Barrow to Leroy,&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;#039;It&amp;#039;s a solid job, my boy,&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
For they&amp;#039;ve flanked it, and they&amp;#039;ve banked it,&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
And they&amp;#039;ve bored it with a mine.&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
But it&amp;#039;s only fifty paces&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Ere we look them in the faces;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
And the men are in their places,&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
With their toes upon the line.&amp;#039;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Said &amp;lt;span class=&amp;quot;q&amp;quot;&amp;gt;Paul&amp;lt;/span&amp;gt; Leroy to Barrow,&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;#039;See that first ray, like an arrow,&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
How it tinges all the fringes&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Of the &amp;lt;span class=&amp;quot;q&amp;quot;&amp;gt;sullen&amp;lt;/span&amp;gt; drifting skies.&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;span class=&amp;quot;q&amp;quot;&amp;gt;They told me to&amp;lt;/span&amp;gt; begin it&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
At five-thirty to the minute,&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;span class=&amp;quot;q&amp;quot;&amp;gt;And&amp;lt;/span&amp;gt; at thirty-one I&amp;#039;m in it,&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Or my &amp;lt;span class=&amp;quot;q&amp;quot;&amp;gt;sub will&amp;lt;/span&amp;gt; get his rise.&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;span class=&amp;quot;q&amp;quot;&amp;gt;&amp;#039;So we&amp;#039;ll wait&amp;lt;/span&amp;gt; the signal rocket,&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;span class=&amp;quot;q&amp;quot;&amp;gt;Till...&amp;lt;/span&amp;gt; Barrow, &amp;lt;span class=&amp;quot;q&amp;quot;&amp;gt;show&amp;lt;/span&amp;gt; that locket,&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
That turquoise-studded locket,&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Which you &amp;lt;span class=&amp;quot;q&amp;quot;&amp;gt;slipped&amp;lt;/span&amp;gt; from out your pocket&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
And are pressing with a kiss&amp;lt;span class=&amp;quot;q&amp;quot;&amp;gt;!&amp;lt;/span&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Turquoise-studded, spiral-twisted,&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;span class=&amp;quot;q&amp;quot;&amp;gt;It is hers!&amp;lt;/span&amp;gt; And I had &amp;lt;span class=&amp;quot;q&amp;quot;&amp;gt;missed&amp;lt;/span&amp;gt; it&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
From her chain; and you have kissed it:&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Barrow, villain, what is this?&amp;#039;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;#039;Leroy, I had a warning,&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
That my time has come this morning,&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
So I speak with frankness, scorning&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;span class=&amp;quot;q&amp;quot;&amp;gt;To deny the thing that&amp;#039;s true.&amp;lt;/span&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Yes, it&amp;#039;s &amp;lt;span class=&amp;quot;q&amp;quot;&amp;gt;Amy&amp;#039;s, is the&amp;lt;/span&amp;gt; trinket,&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Little turquoise-studded trinket,&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;span class=&amp;quot;q&amp;quot;&amp;gt;Not her gift — oh, never&amp;lt;/span&amp;gt; think it!&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;span class=&amp;quot;q&amp;quot;&amp;gt;For her thoughts were all for you.&amp;lt;/span&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;#039;As we danced I gently drew it&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
From her chain — she never knew it&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
But I love her — yes, I love her:&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
I am candid, I confess.&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
But I never &amp;lt;span class=&amp;quot;q&amp;quot;&amp;gt;told&amp;lt;/span&amp;gt; her, never,&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
For I knew &amp;#039;twas vain endeavour,&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
And she loved you—loved you ever,&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Would to God she loved you less!&amp;#039;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;#039;Barrow, &amp;lt;span class=&amp;quot;q&amp;quot;&amp;gt;Barrow&amp;lt;/span&amp;gt;, you shall pay me&amp;lt;span class=&amp;quot;q&amp;quot;&amp;gt;!&amp;lt;/span&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Me&amp;lt;span class=&amp;quot;q&amp;quot;&amp;gt;,&amp;lt;/span&amp;gt; your comrade&amp;lt;span class=&amp;quot;q&amp;quot;&amp;gt;,&amp;lt;/span&amp;gt; to betray me!&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;span class=&amp;quot;q&amp;quot;&amp;gt;Well I know that little&amp;lt;/span&amp;gt; Amy&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Is as true as wife can be&amp;lt;span class=&amp;quot;q&amp;quot;&amp;gt;.&amp;lt;/span&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
She to give &amp;lt;span class=&amp;quot;q&amp;quot;&amp;gt;this love-badged&amp;lt;/span&amp;gt; locket!&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
She &amp;lt;span class=&amp;quot;q&amp;quot;&amp;gt;had&amp;lt;/span&amp;gt; rather&amp;lt;span class=&amp;quot;q&amp;quot;&amp;gt;...&amp;lt;/span&amp;gt; Ha&amp;lt;span class=&amp;quot;q&amp;quot;&amp;gt;,&amp;lt;/span&amp;gt; the rocket!&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Hi, McDougall! &amp;lt;span class=&amp;quot;q&amp;quot;&amp;gt;Sound&amp;lt;/span&amp;gt; the bugle!&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Yorkshires&amp;lt;span class=&amp;quot;q&amp;quot;&amp;gt;,&amp;lt;/span&amp;gt; Yorkshires&amp;lt;span class=&amp;quot;q&amp;quot;&amp;gt;,&amp;lt;/span&amp;gt; follow me!&amp;#039;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Said &amp;lt;span class=&amp;quot;q&amp;quot;&amp;gt;Paul&amp;lt;/span&amp;gt; Leroy to Amy,&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;#039;Well, wifie, you may blame me,&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
For my &amp;lt;span class=&amp;quot;q&amp;quot;&amp;gt;passion&amp;lt;/span&amp;gt; overcame me,&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
When he told me of his shame&amp;lt;span class=&amp;quot;q&amp;quot;&amp;gt;;&amp;lt;/span&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
But when I saw him lying&amp;lt;span class=&amp;quot;q&amp;quot;&amp;gt;,&amp;lt;/span&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;span class=&amp;quot;q&amp;quot;&amp;gt;Dead amid a ring of&amp;lt;/span&amp;gt; dying,&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Why, poor devil, I was trying&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
To forget, and not to blame.&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;#039;And &amp;lt;span class=&amp;quot;q&amp;quot;&amp;gt;this&amp;lt;/span&amp;gt; locket&amp;lt;span class=&amp;quot;q&amp;quot;&amp;gt;,&amp;lt;/span&amp;gt; I unclasped it&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
From the fingers that still grasped it:&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
He told me how he got it,&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
How he stole it in a &amp;lt;span class=&amp;quot;q&amp;quot;&amp;gt;valse&amp;lt;/span&amp;gt;.&amp;#039;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
And she listened leaden-hearted&amp;lt;span class=&amp;quot;q&amp;quot;&amp;gt;:&amp;lt;/span&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Oh, the weary day they parted!&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
For she loved him &amp;lt;span class=&amp;quot;q&amp;quot;&amp;gt;— yes,&amp;lt;/span&amp;gt; she loved him&amp;lt;span class=&amp;quot;q&amp;quot;&amp;gt;—&amp;lt;/span&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
For his youth and for his truth,&amp;lt;br /&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
And for those dying words&amp;lt;span class=&amp;quot;q&amp;quot;&amp;gt;,&amp;lt;/span&amp;gt; so false.&lt;br /&gt;
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