‘Its loss to Britons is the worst of Evils—
‘Give them but Beef enough, they’ll fight like Devils.
‘But this I know,’ says John, ‘at our great Battle
‘Our Commissaries really had no Cattle;
‘And though our Lads had scarcely aught to Eat,
‘The Enemy in famous style they Beat.’
An Officer observed, ‘Now where’s the wonder?
‘The hardy Vagabonds, smelt out the Plunder:
‘I’ve seen the Rogues dash to the very Muzzle,