Then rushed the steeds, from battle driven;
The men of “Battery number seven”
Forsook their red artillery.
Now from McDonald’s furthest left,
The roar of cannon strikes one deaf;
Where furious “Abe” and fiery “Jeff”
Contend for death or victory.
The panic thickens; Off ye Brave!
Throw down your arms; your bacon save!
Waive Washington, each scruple waive,