‘I’m so curst tired, how far we have to go!’
Abrantes Castle now came full in sight,
Much to John’s consolation and delight.
A T——r was its Juiz; as folk say,
If not belied, and in the Frenchman’s pay,
A Brutish Coxcomb—rough, and most uncivil,
Who slily wish’d our Army at the Devil;
On all occasions, it was his delight,
On British Officers to vent his spite;
Kept John, with Teague and Baggage, at his Door,