’Midst Hussars pillaging in all direction,
Such struggling, rifling, squeezing, ’mongst the Folks,
Whiskers, Mustachios, Petticoats, and Cloaks.
When John, in eager search, fell oddly flat on
Madame Gazon,[105] with Marshal Jourdon’s Baton;
This charming Woman, tho’ a General’s Wife,
Would much give up, in hopes to save her Life;
And tho’ a careful Guardian of her honour,
Freely resign’d whate’er John found upon her.
Who rais’d the fair, and saw where she had sat,