Brave col’nel Jack, being then a boy,
His warlike genious did employ,
He form’d his men at the hill foot,
Which was approv’d as noble wit:
But if Husk had not check’d their fury,
Some thousands more had been to bury;
He beat them fair quite out of sight,
But O! the rain and blowy night,
Horse or cannon, there, he had none,
He could not keep the field alone,