Loitering all day, and getting drunk at night.
In scenes like these, John found the week had past,
And to his Reg’ment he must go at last:
A Route receiv’d to travel off next Day,
And march to Sacavem without delay;
And thus by daily journies was to go,
Until he reach’d the Santarem Depôt.
Next morn, on Dobbin, off friend Johnny started;
Teague led the Mule, and so they both departed.
John’s legs from Dobbin nearly scrap’d the road,