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NHG-P.777.013
19 Apr 1777:41 (48)
A NEW WAR SONG.
By Sir Peter Parker.
Tune----"Well met Brother Tar."
My Lords, with your leave,
An account I will give,
That deserves to be written in metre;
For the rebels and I
Have been pretty nigh,
Faith almost too nigh for Sir Peter.
With much labour and toil,
Unto Sullivan's Isle,
I came, fierce as Falstaff or Pistol;
But the Yankies (add rat 'em).
I could not get at 'em,
Most terribly maul'd my poor Bristol!
Bold Clinton by land,
Did quietly stand,
While I made a thundering clatter;
But the channel was deep,
So he only could peep,
And not venture over the water.
Dev'l take 'em, their shot
Came so swift and so hot,
And the cowardly dogs stood so stiff, sirs,
That I was ship about,
And was glad to get out,
Or they would not have left me a skiff, sirs,
Now, bold as a Turk,
I proceed to New-York,
Where with Clinton and Howe you may find me;
I've the wind in my tail,
And am hoisting my sail,
To leave Sullivan's Island behind me.
But my lords do not fear,
Before the next year,
(Altho' a small island could fret us)
The continent whole
We shall take, by my soul--
If the cowardly Yankies will let us.
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