And that the very gallant act
Of Captain Andrew Drew,
Whose name must be immortalized,
Likewise his daring crew.
A Yankee steamer oft had tried
The rebels aid to bring;
This English seaman swore that he
Would not allow the thing.
The Captain and his valiant crew,
Whose names I wot not all,
From Schlosser cut the steamboat out
And sent her o’er the Fall.
Oh! then the Yankees stormed outright,
And spoke of reparation;
A mighty flame then rose through this
Tobacco-chewing nation.
But little Mat was far too wise
The risk of war to run,
For he was one who never thought
In fighting there was fun.
So quickly to the frontier he
Sent General Winfield Scott,
Who in last war at Lundy’s Lane
A right good drubbing got.
Meanwhile upon the rebel host
Our guns so well did play
With shot and shell that they right soon
Were glad to run away.
And Duncombe, too, oh! where is he,
The Doctor, brave and bold?
Some say that he is dead and gone,
Being perished in the cold.
And now that the rebellion’s o’er
Let each true Briton sing,
Long live the Queen in health and peace,
And may each rebel swing.
And good Sir Francis Head, may he
With health and peace be crowned;
May earthly happiness to him
For evermore abound.