Song of Amiens Lord! How we laughed in Amiens! For here were lights and good French drink, And Marie smiled at everyone, And Madeleine’s new blouse was pink, And Petite Jeanne (who always runs) Served us so charmingly, I think That we forgot the unsleeping guns. Lord! How we laughed in Amiens! Till through the . . . → Read More: Remembrance Day