The brave Monroe, with his troops too
Disdain’d to flee; but went quite thro’
Their front line, centre, and the rear;
But fell himself, as he came near,
Two balls out thro’ his body ran,
Alas! he never raise again.
He was a soldier, bold and true,
Rather too fierce as some avow,
His whole troop now was in the mire,
Inclos’d about with sword and fire,