‘Was kill’d, and fell before we made them run.
‘And now, dear Mother, I’m sure for joy you’ll cry,
‘To know who led his Soldiers to the charge? but I.
‘Our glorious General too, he lives as hard
‘As any Ticket Porter in our Ward.
‘But I’ve no time, though much I have to say,
‘We’re order’d to March off without delay.
‘I don’t know where to give you my direction,
‘So give my loving Father my affection.
‘We shall have Peace, and then go home again,