Great numbers of Tories who join’d the retreat,
Of Old Sutton, refus’d with old Billy to meet—
Abercrombie for fear of another defeat,
So they wisely kept out of the way.
Chorus.—So it’s Oh dear, &c.
Their flag they have “hoisted and nail’d to the mast,”
’Twill suddenly ’neath the proud ocean be cast,
But brave Abercrombie’s for ever shall last—
And Reformer’s shall carry the sway.
Chorus.—So it’s Oh dear, &c.