Wid he army, whose courage nebber fail ’em.
Eleventh day of September
In eighteen hundred and fourteen,
Gubbenner Probose, and he British soldier,
Come to Plattsburg, a tea-party courtin’.
An’ he boat come too,
Arter Unkle Sam boat—
Massa Donough do, look sharp out he winder,
Den Gin’ral M’Comb,
Ah! he always home!