The General kindly sent poor Johnny word—
A Birth was order’d; he might go on Board;
With kind indulgence, and which did him honour,
Permission gave that he might take O’Connor.
Teague’s honest joy now kindled in his heart,
When from his Master he was not to part.
‘He’d been his Friend, his Nurse, his Consolation;
‘No braver Lad,’ says Teague, ‘lives in the Nation;
‘I’ll get him snug on Board, and then I think,
‘I’ll to my Friends, and to take a hearty drink.’