‘And stand to Arms an hour before the Dawn;
‘Come, rouse my honest Fellow, don’t be slack,
‘At break of day the Frenchmen may attack.’
John rose, but grumbled out, ‘If I’d been told,
‘They’d start me up thus shivering in the Cold;
‘To go Campaigning, I would ne’er been led.
‘But stuck to my own Corps, and Feather-Bed.’
The Adjutant did now friend Johnny fix,
To Captain Bull’s division, Number Six;
In Captain Buckett’s company, when ‘Lo!’