Damns smokey London, and the frowsy Cits;
With ardour talks of Marches, Camps, and Fight;
Such scenes as these would be his soul’s delight.
At length, one day, his spirits flush’d with Wine,
Johnny resolved to go into the Line;
Writes to Mamma a coaxer to Petition
She’d make his Father buy him a Commission.
The doating Mother dwells with anxious pause,
Ere she could send her darling to the Wars.
But as she’d ne’er refused him what he wanted,