At what Frenchmen may venture to do;
No danger shall reach you, no impudent Gaul,
Shall fill your soft bosoms with awe;
Whilst in tones energetic, thus —— can bawl,—
“Kiver awa’, Kiver awa’, Kiver awa”.
No more let the wight, to misfortune a prey,
For relief to the bottle apply;
But to chace ev’ry painful remembrance away,
To Parade let him instantly hie;
There ——, whilst ardently toiling for fame,