Viewing with silent wonder all around.
His brother Officers so oddly drest,
Their ragged Jacket, and their purple Vest;
Reg’mental Great Coats, batter’d, bare, and old;
And Forage Caps that once were blue, and gold.
Shirts of whose proper colour were no trace.
Mustachios, Whiskers, that disguised their face.
Yet all was lively, frolicsome, and gay,
Full of their laughter—full of fun and play.
And now John’s Hams and Tongues were all paraded,