The scorching Sun came full upon his face.
‘O d——n their Climate, here’s a pretty rig,—
‘Curse me if I’m not sweating like a Pig.
‘Could I but once get home, they soon should see,
‘The Devil might have all Portugal for me.’
Grumbling and Mopping, John at length contrives,
And at the Belem Barracks[6] he arrives.
But Johnny’s spirit now was softened down,
He tremulously ask’d for Captain Brown;
Announc’d himself once more, and begg’d to know