So down he fell, spoke never more;
Soon after this the siege gave o’er.
The cannons all off carriage driven
And trenches with the rocks made ev’n.
Then to all those who went to see,
Like potatoe field it seem’d to be.
Many dead bodies in’t were found,
White noses sticking thro’ the ground.
All being o’er, since it began,
Brave Blackney lost only one man;