On feet and hands they crawled in,
Sowre was the smoke their eyes to blin’:
Then Edward Burke digg’d down the door
And made the entry somewhat more.
’Twas here Clan-Ron. did visit make,
To see what measures they could take,
For sending him to France again,
To see him so, it gave him pain,
No shirts he had excepting two,
And these unwash’d like dish-clouts blue;