What can be done in such a case?—
His rugged heights the blast must face,
The storm that menaces the place.
With tents I see his mountain spread,
The soldier to the summit led,
And cannon planted on his head:
From Shrewsbury beach to Sandy Hook
The country has a martial look,
And quakers skulk in every nook.—
What shall be done in such a case?—
We ask again with woful face
To save the trade and guard the place?
Where mounted guns the porte secure,
The cannon at the embrasure,
Will british fleets attempt to moor?
Perhaps they may—and make a dash,
To fill their pockets with our cash—
Their dealings now are rather harsh.
They menace to assail the coast
With such a fleet and such a host
As may devour us—boil'd or roast.
Their feelings are alive and sore
For what they got at Baltimore,
When, with disgrace, they left the shore,
And will revenge it, if they can,
On town and country, maid and man—
And all they fear is Fulton's plan;
Torpedoes planted in the deep,
Whose blast may put them all to sleep,
Or ghostify them at a sweep.