marlbrouk

Updated: July 6, 2026

So out of the barrack-yard, with something of an air, marched my dear brother, his single drum and fife playing the inspiring old melody, Marlbrouk is gone to the wars, He’ll never return no more! I soon missed my brother, for I was now alone, with no being, at all assimilating in age, with whom I could exchange a word.

George Henry Borrow - Lavengro: The Scholar, The Gypsy, The Priest

So out of the barrack-yard, with something of an air, marched my dear brother, his single drum and fife playing the inspiring old melody, Marlbrouk is gone to the wars, He'll never return no more! I soon missed my brother, for I was now alone, with no being at all assimilating in age, with whom I could exchange a word.

George Henry Borrow - Lavengro: The Scholar, the Gypsy, the Priest

So out of the barrack-yard, with something of an air, marched my dear brother, his single drum and fife playing the inspiring old melody, Marlbrouk is gone to the wars, He'll never return no more! I soon missed my brother, for I was now alone, with no being, at all assimilating in age, with whom I could exchange a word.

George Henry Borrow - Lavengro; the Scholar, the Gypsy, the Priest