By Forester with his servants aid,
Which quickly to the hearse they bore,
And clear’d the block and stage of gore,
By sprinkling fresh saw-dust thereon,
That sign of slaughter there was none.
Then Balmerino he came forth,
Like a bold hero from the North,
Who of death itself was not afraid,
At least, he show’d but small regard,
Cloth’d in his regimental Blue,