Till British pride and glory Our case was not so desparate Mahoney, Crew, and Clemmons, Ten other men were wounded A. BIRTHDAY SONG JONATHAN ODELL 90 100 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 From Lewis, Monsieur Gerard came, Begar, said Monsieur, one grand coup So Yankee Doodle did forget The sound of British drum, sir, He took his wallet on his back, And veowed Rhode Island to attack, In dread array their tattered crew What numbers bravely crossed the seas, A swarm of rebels and of fleas, 10 20 |