Close to Medina now their Stations took,
Amidst the standing Barley, near a Brook.
Knock’d up was John, his spirits quite forsook him,
So to his Hospital the Doctor took him.
‘Come cheer, my friend; come rally and be gay;—
‘I’ve got some Lads to Dine with me to-day.’
John fain would rally, but was sick at heart;
Though at the dinner tried to play his part.
‘Come,’ says the Doctor, ‘here’s Rum and Segars;
‘This is the way we carry on our Wars.