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| GALLANTS 1 attend, and hear a friend, | |
| Trill forth harmonious ditty, | |
| Strange things I ’ll tell which late befell | |
| In Philadelphia city. | |
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| ’T was early day, as poets say, | 5 |
| Just when the sun was rising, | |
| A soldier stood on a log of wood, | |
| And saw a thing surprising. | |
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| As in amaze he stood to gaze, | |
| The truth can’t be denied, sir, | 10 |
| He spied a score of kegs or more | |
| Come floating down the tide, sir. | |
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| A sailor too, in jerkin blue, | |
| This strange appearance viewing, | |
| First damn’d his eyes, in great surprise, | 15 |
| Then said, “Some mischief’s brewing. | |
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| “These kegs, I ’m told, the rebels bold, | |
| Pack’d up like pickled herring; | |
| And they ’re come down t’ attack the town, | |
| In this new way of ferrying.” | 20 |
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| The soldier flew, the sailor too, | |
| And scared almost to death, sir, | |
| Wore out their shoes, to spread the news, | |
| And ran till out of breath, sir. | |
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| Now up and down, throughout the town | 25 |
| Most frantic scenes were acted; | |
| And some ran here, and others there, | |
| Like men almost distracted. | |
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| Some fire cried, which some denied, | |
| But said the earth had quaked; | 30 |
| And girls and boys, with hideous noise, | |
| Ran through the streets half naked. | |
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| Sir William he, snug as a flea, | |
| Lay all this time a snoring, | |
| Nor dream’d of harm, as he lay warm, | 35 |
| In bed with Mrs L——g. | |
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| Now in a fright he starts upright, | |
| Awaked by such a clatter; | |
| He rubs both eyes, and boldly cries, | |
| “For God’s sake, what ’s the matter?’ | 40 |
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| At his bedside he then espied | |
| Sir Erskine at command, sir, | |
| Upon one foot he had one boot, | |
| And the other in his hand, sir. | |
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| “Arise, arise,” Sir Erskine cries, | 45 |
| “The rebels—more ’s the pity, | |
| Without a boat are all afloat, | |
| And ranged before the city. | |
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| “The motly crew, in vessels new, | |
| With Satan for their guide, sir. | 50 |
| Pack’d up in bags, or wooden kegs, | |
| Come driving down the tide, sir. | |
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| “Therefore prepare for bloody war,— | |
| These kegs must all be routed, | |
| Or surely we despised shall be, | 55 |
| And British courage doubted.” | |
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| The royal band now ready stand, | |
| All ranged in dread array, sir, | |
| With stomach stout to see it out, | |
| And make a bloody day, sir. | 60 |
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| The cannons roar from shore to shore, | |
| The small arms make a rattle; | |
| Since wars began I ’m sure no man | |
| E’er saw so strange a battle. | |
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| The rebel dales, the rebel vales, | 65 |
| With rebel trees surrounded; | |
| The distant wood, the hills and floods, | |
| With rebel echoes sounded. | |
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| The fish below swam to and fro, | |
| Attack’d from every quarter; | 70 |
| Why sure, thought they, the devil ’s to pay, | |
| ’Mongst folks above the water. | |
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| The kegs, ’t is said, though strongly made, | |
| Of rebel staves and hoops, sir, | |
| Could not oppose their powerful foes, | 75 |
| The conquering British troops, sir. | |
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| From morn to night these men of might | |
| Display’d amazing courage; | |
| And when the sun was fairly down, | |
| Retired to sup their porridge. | 80 |
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| An hundred men with each a pen, | |
| Or more, upon my word, sir. | |
| It is most true, would be too few, | |
| Their valor, to record, sir. | |
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| Such feats did they perform that day, | 85 |
| Against these wicked kegs, sir, | |
| That years to come, if they get home, | |
| They ’ll make their boasts and brags, sir. | |
