And after at Princeton the Briton we met;
Few in both armies—they’d skirmishes call them,
Now hundreds of thousands in battle are set.
But for the numbers engaged, let me tell you,
Smart brushes they were, and two battles that told;
There ’twas I first drew a bead on a foeman—
I, a mere stripling, not twenty years old.
Tell it? Well, friends, that is just my intention;
There’s nothing a veteran hates and abhors
More than a chance lost to tell his adventures,