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William McCarty, comp. The American National Song Book. 1842.

A Dialogue at Hyde-Park Corner

LET those who will, be proud and sneer,

And call you an unwelcome peer,

But I am glad to see you here:

The prince that fills the British throne,

Unless successful, honours none;

Poor Jack Burgoyne!—you’re not alone.

Thy ships, De Grasse, have caused my grief—

To rebel shores and their relief

There never came a happier chief:

In Fame’s black page it shall be read,

By Gallic arms my soldiers bled—

The rebels thine in triumph led.

Our fortunes various forms assume;

Had I been blest with elbow-room,

I might have found a different doom;

But you, that conquer’d far and wide,

In little York thought fit to hide,

The subject ocean at your side.

And yet no force had gain’d the post—

Not Washington, his country’s boast,

Nor Rochambeau, with all his host,

Nor all the Gallic fleet’s parade—

Had Clinton ventured to my aid,

And Sammy Graves been not afraid.

For head knock’d off, or broken bones,

Or mangled corpse, no price atones

Nor all that prattling rumour says,

Nor all the piles that art can raise,

The poet’s or the parson’s praise.

Though I am brave as well as you,

Yet still I think your notion true.

Dear brother Jack, our toils are o’er;—

With foreign conquests plagued no more,

We’ll stay and watch our native shore.