Burnt every house came in their gate,
And those who did resistance shew,
They made no stop to run them thro’.
Their ships came in with meal and bread
So to hold out they had no dread.
Now when the last batt’ry was raised,
To fire again they soon practis’d;
The garrison too began a fresh,
And soon their batt’ry down did thresh.
At last their powder store took fire,