Silent and sad he lay, and scarcely spoke,
But ‘Oh Patron, oh! sparum, sparum poke.[22]
‘Oh, mind the Rascal, Teague, don’t let him spill me;
‘The horrid Brute I’m sure’s resolv’d to kill me.’
And, now when many a tedious Day had past,
Half-dead at Lisbon, he arriv’d at last.
His piteous case was now by Teague convey’d,
And in due form before the General laid.
A Fleet of Transports in the Tagus lay,
And was to Sail for England the next day.