Bred by the old ones to pursue the Trade,
School’d by Mamma, who thought all learning stuff,
‘Young John will have the Cash, and that’s enough.’
By Martial ardour fired, John scorn’d to stop
And retail sugar in his father’s Shop!
In spite of Daddy’s wrath, and Mother’s tears,
Strutted an Ensign in the Volunteers;
But the good souls were quickly reconcil’d
In admiration of their darling Child.
Old Johnny seem’d afraid he’d be too rash,