While the surrender was made plain.
In the night, September the seventeen,
Into the city all marched in;
Which gave to many a sad surprize,
Rapping at their doors to make them rise:
The castle then struck round her clear,
None in its sight there durst appear.
They fix’d a guard at the West-bow-head,
And the Weigh-house their Guard-house made,
Crowding it full, ’bove and below;