Gave Her poor Joey’s Bed, and Joey’s Dinner.
The Battle o’er, the French to flight resign’d ’em,}
Running as if the Devil was behind ’em,—}
Field-pieces left to those who’d luck to find ’em.}
And there I leave the Cowards to their fate,
Whilst I of other matters shall relate.
The Victory gain’d, the Chieftain sought repose,
When John in modest accents did disclose
His great exploits, the wond’rous Feats he’d done—