With the guns of their gallant trained straight at their heart.
Their “Alert” was caught napping (drowsy lovers, beware!)
And saucy Jack Barry had captured the fair.
“Ho, run her in shore to yonder good pier;
We’ll see how the foxes are burrowing here.
Now loosen the hatches! Come foe or come friend!
You’ll find Yankee sailors will take either end!”
Then up came a Major; forsooth, he was glum;
Two Captains, lieutenants, a man with a drum;
Ten soldiers paced out, then a hundred marines,