Till British pride and glory
No longer dared to stay,
But cut the Yankee grapplings,
And quickly bore away.

Our case was not so desparate
As plainly might appear;
Yet sudden death did enter
On board our privateer.

Mahoney, Crew, and Clemmons,
The valiant and the brave,
Fell glorious in the contest,
And met a watery grave.

Ten other men were wounded
Among our warlike crew,
With them our noble captain,
To whom all praise is due;
To him and all our officers
Let's give a hearty cheer;
Success to fair America
And our good privateer.

A. BIRTHDAY SONG

JONATHAN ODELL

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Cir. 1777.

THE EPILOGUE

Our farce is now finished, your sport's at an end,

But ere you depart, let the voice of a friend,

By way of a chorus the evening crown, With a song to the tune of a hey derry down.

Derry down, down, hey derry down.

Old Shakespeare, a poet who should not be spit on,

Altho' he was born in the island called Briton,

Hath said that mankind are all players at best,

A truth we'll admit of, for the sake of the jest.

Derry down, etc.

ΤΟ

YANKEE DOODLE'S EXPEDITION
TO RHODE ISLAND

From Lewis, Monsieur Gerard came,
To Congress in this town, sir,
They bowed to him, and he to them,
And then they all sat down, sir.

Begar, said Monsieur, one grand coup
You shall bientot behold, sir;
This was believed as gospel true,
And Jonathan felt bold, sir.

So Yankee Doodle did forget

The sound of British drum, sir,
How oft it made him quake and sweat,
In spite of Yankee rum, sir.

He took his wallet on his back,
His rifle on his shoulder,

And veowed Rhode Island to attack,
Before he was much older.

In dread array their tattered crew
Advanced with colors spread, sir,
Their fifes played Yankee doodle, doo,
King Hancock at their head, sir.

What numbers bravely crossed the seas,
I can not well determine,

A swarm of rebels and of fleas,
And every other vermin.

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