John rather shrunk—but ’twas not done through fear;
’Twas his first trial, he could not disguise
A natural impulse, taken by surprise.
Now Bullets, Balls, and Shells around them flew,
As to th’ embattled Foe they nearer drew.
Now to its Right the Column did incline,—
Gain’d its Position, forming into Line;
With slow, but bold, intrepid pace, advance
Amidst the Vollies of the Troops of France.
The Battle soon with death-like fury rag’d.