"My lads," said he, "we'll teach them all
The light-bob country dance, A."
Fal lal, &c.
Our leaders all so brave and bold,
Shou'd I in verse recite, A,
A baggage waggon wou'd not hold
The songs that I cou'd write, A:
Their deeds so great, their words so mild,
O take our worst commander,
And to him Cæsar was a child,