See the pier throng’d with gazers! The War is begun!
The soldiers are coming—“Let’s see them!” “Run, run!”
A thousand loud voices resound far and near,
With the hearty “huzza” and the soul-stirring “cheer.”
While with mien like a hero—erecting his crest,
Proud and pleas’d—with true courage inflaming his breast,
With the prospect of glory, his ardour increas’d,
The High Mettled Guardsman embarks for the East.
From the ship now turned out his way he must push,
Through mud and through marshes, through rain, cold, and slush.