Not with more care did valorous Smith advance
To burn the navy of insulting France;
Not with more ease did Belcher beat poor Burke,
Then those vile plunderers did the dreadful work!!!
But say, my muse, what prodigies appear’d?
The rain fast pour’d, and horrid screams were heard!
Loud thunder shook the gay theatric pile,
And Kemble first relax’d into a smile!
The theft announc’d, the band were in dismay,
And nought were heard, but ‘Oh!’ and ‘Well-a-day!’