The garrison had their wall in case,
Their bastions raised seven feet high,
Ere the besiegers did draw nigh.
It was on March the twenti’th day,
Their battery began to play,
From a hill top, call’d Sugar loaf,
Eight hundred yards, or thereby off:
Their shots fell weak and came too short,
Some fell before they reach’d the fort:
Cohorns, bombs and a twelve pounder