"Without wit, without wisdom, half stupid, half drunk,
And rolling along arm-in-arm with his Punk,
Comes gallant Sir William, the warrior (by proxy)
To harangue his soldiers (held up by his Doxy)!"
Sir Wm. (speaks)
"My boys, I'm a-going to send you to Tryon,
To Johnstown, where you'll get as groggy as I am!
By a Tory from there I have just been informed
That there's nobody there, so the town shall be stormed!
For if nobody's there and nobody near it,
My army shall conquer that town, never fear it!"
(Enter Joe Gallopaway, a refugee Tory)
Joe
"Brave soldiers, go fight that we all may get rich!"
Regular Soldiers
"We'll fetch you a halter, you * * * * !
Get out! And go live in the woods upon nuts,
Or we'll give you our bayonets plump in your guts!
Do you think we are fighting to feed such a crew
As Butler, Sir John, Mr. Singler and you?"
(Enter Sir John Johnson)
Sir John