‘Reduced by Discipline, not now so Fiery,
‘Our Book of Orders is a Newgate Diary.
‘The way I estimate a British Soldier—
‘He’s stouter than a Frenchman, and is bolder;
‘But such a set of wanton idle Knaves![37]
‘You’re forced, by G—d! to treat them all like Slaves.
‘It shocks one’s nature, outrages one’s feeling,
‘Compell’d to use such rough and rigorous dealing.’
‘Idle,’ says one, ‘see them on out-post planted,
‘A cold and frosty Night, and firing wanted;