And then in modest accents did intreat,
He might reserve his Canteens and his Meat.[20]
‘By no means, Sir, just now, we Sons of Mars,
‘Are glad to live on Brandy and Segars.
‘In anxious times like these, it is our plan,
‘To satisfy our hunger as we can;
‘The Ground our Bed, where we contented lie,
‘Nought interposes ’twixt us and the Sky.
‘We first must drub yon Saucy Vapouring Elves,
‘Then get our Baggage, and enjoy ourselves.’