Shall, in my Putney pikes, now meet their peers.[57]
Gen. Chiswickians, aged and renown'd in fight,
Join with the Hammersmith brigade.
Lieut.-Gen. You'll find my Mortlake boys will do them right,
Unless by Fulham numbers over-laid.
Gen. Let the left wing of Twick'nam foot advance,
And line that eastern hedge.
Lieut.-Gen. The horse I rais'd in Petty-France
Shall try their chance,
And scour the meadows, overgrown with sedge.