‘Why then,’ says John, ‘I’ll to the Wars again.
‘And so, dear Dad, go speak in my behalf,
‘A word from you will get me on the Staff.’
Sir John was proud to see his boy high-mettled,
So made his Bow, and every thing was settled.
‘Go then, my Son, rejoin that valiant Host,
‘Led by Old England’s pride, and Erin’s boast;
‘For him does every heart’s best wishes flow,
‘Who taught the Allies how to beat the Foe.’
Now once more Johnny greets the Azure Main,