Their spatterdashes with pick were gilt,
And long swords with a brazen hilt,
Bars on the outside of the hand,
And in their guns an iron wand.
The finest music e’er you did hear
Would make one dance who could not stir,
Their whistles and drums in chorus join
Did cheer one’s heart, they played so fine:
Their grenadier’s had caps of brass,
Thus order’d were the men of Hesse,