So bolting out in anguish to the Street,
A Sign[16] suspended did his optics greet;
When in he rush’d, and to a room was led,
With Table, Chair, and something like a Bed.
Now from his Canteen culled sufficient fare,
The Brandy swallowed, and forgot his care,
In four days’ time he reach’d the first Depôt,
And at the Commandant’s himself did show.
This was a Hero[17] great, who treated Subs
As little better than a pack of Scrubs.