Part 18 (1/2)

But I will not say another word, My deputies, to you; But hope you will a warning take, This moment from poor Lue.

And hoping, John, your enemies May never have the chance To see you paid for watching Will Thrash poor weak Louis France.

The Bould Bucaneers:

A MILITARY DESCRIPTION OF THE SECOND EXCURSION TO MALSIS HALL, THE RESIDENCE OF JAMES LUND, ESQ.

I remember perusing when I was a boy, The immortal bard-Homer's siege of old Troy; So the Malsis encampment I'll sing if you will, How our brave army bivouced on the plains o' Park hill.

Near the grand Hall o' Malsis our quarters we toke, When Lieutenant-col. Don Frederick spoke, Commanding his aide-camp Colonel de Mann, To summons and muster the chiefs o' the clan.

Majors Wood, Lamb, and Pollard came up to the lines, Each marching their companies up to the nines; The twirlers an' twisters the knights o' the coil, An' spuzzers an' sorters fell in at the roll.

The light-infantry captains wer Robin and Shack, And the gallant big benners the victuals did sack; Captain Green he commanded the Indigo troop, These Beer Barrel chargers none with them can cope.

The amazon army led on by Queen Bess, Each feminine soldier so grand was her dress, Though they chatted and pratted, twor pleasant to see Them laughing and quaffing their hot rum an' tea.

There wor music to dainties and music to wine, An' for faar o' invaders no hearts did repine; Although a dark cloud swept over the plain, Yet our quarter wor sheltered from famine an' rain.

Drum-Major Ben Rushworth and Bandmaster Master Wright, Drank to each other wi' pleasure that night; We'd full-flowing b.u.mpers, we'd music an fun, From the larder an' cellar o' Field-Marshall Lund.

Private Tom Berry got into the hall, When a big rump o' beef he made rather small; An' Flintergill Billy o' the Spuzzer's Brigade, Got his beak in the barrel, an' havock he made.

The Field Marshall declared and his good lady too, They ne'er was attacked wi' so pleasant a foe; With this all the clansmen gave them three cheers, In return they saluted the bold Bucaneers.

The Veteran.

I left yond fields so fair to view; I left yond mountain pa.s.s and peaks; I left two een so bonny blue, A dimpled chin and rosy cheeks.

For an helmet gay and suit o' red I did exchange my corduroy; I mind the words the Sergeant said, When I in sooth was but a boy.

Come, rouse thee, lad, be not afraid; Come, join and be a brave dragoon: You'll be well clothed, well kept, well paid, An' captain be promoted soon.

Your sweetheart, too, will smile to see Your manly form an' dress so fine; Then gea's your hand an' follow me,- Our troop's the finest in the line.

The pyramids behold our corps Drive back the mighty man o' Fate!

Our ire is felt on every sh.o.r.e, In every country, clime, or state.

The Cuira.s.sers at Waterloo We crushed;-they wor the pride o' France!

At Inkerman, wi' sabre true, We broke the Russ and Cossack lance!

Then come, my lad, extend your hand, Thine indolence I hold it mean; Now follow me, at the command, Of our most gracious Sovereign Queen?

A prancing steed you'll have to ride; A bonny plume will deck your brow; Wi' clinking spurs an' sword beside,- Come? here's the s.h.i.+lling: take it now!

The loyal pledge I took and gave,- It was not for the silver coin; I wish to cross the briny wave, An' England's gallant sons to join.