A sort of busy Hum came from the Rear.
An Order from the General, to say,
‘The Column was to move without delay.’
John to his Captain stuck, but was perplex’d
To think of what the deuce was coming next.
Now for three hours they March’d with steady pace,
Till they descended to the Mountain’s base.
The Column halted—stood in close Array;
The Light Troops forward push’d to feel the way.
The Muskets’ prittle prattle soon commences,