Classic Poem

When from the wars I do return,
And at a cup of good ale mourn,
I'll tell how towns without fire we did burn,
And is not that a wonder?

I'll tell how that my general
Entered the breach, and scaled the wall,
And made the foremost battery of all,
And is not that a wonder?

How that we went to take a fort,
And took it too in war-like sort,
I'll swear that a lie is a true report,
And is not that a wonder?

How that we soldiers have true pay,
And clothes, and victuals every day,
And never a captain ran away,
And is not that a wonder?