From out of the North-land his leaguer he led, Saint Leger, Saint Leger; And the war-lust was strong in his heart as he sped; _Their courage_, he cried, _it shall die i' the throat When they mark the proud standards that over us float-- See rover and ranger, redskin and redcoat_! Saint Leger, Saint Leger. He hurried by water, he scurried by land, Saint Leger, Saint Leger, Till closely he cordoned the patriot band: _Surrender_, he bade, _or I tighten the net!_ _Surrender?_ they mocked him, _we laugh at your threat!_ _By Heaven!_ he thundered, _you'll live to regret_ Saint Leger, Saint Leger! He mounted his mortars, he smote with his shell, Saint Leger, Saint Leger; Then fumed in a fury that futile they fell; But he counselled with rum till he chuckled, elate, As he sat in his tent-door, _Egad, we can wait, For famine is famous to open a gate_! Saint Leger, Saint Leger. But lo! as he waited, was borne to his ear-- Saint Leger, Saint Leger-- A whisper of dread and a murmur of fear! _They come, and as leaves are their numbers enrolled! They come, and their onset may not be controlled, For 'tis Arnold who heads them, 'tis Arnold the bold_-- Saint Leger, Saint Leger! _Retreat!_ Was the word e'er more bitterly said, Saint Leger, Saint Leger, Than when to the North-land your leaguer you led? Alas, for Burgoyne in his peril and pain-- Who lists in the night for the tramp of that train! And, alas, for the boasting, the vaunting, the vain Saint Leger! CLINTON SCOLLARD. Saint Leger's retreat, joined to the disaster at Bennington, left Burgoyne in an exceedingly critical condition. The Americans hemmed him in, front and rear, and increased rapidly in numbers; he had received no news from Howe, who was supposed to be on his way up the Hudson to join him; and he found it more and more difficult to get provisions. THE PROGRESS OF SIR JACK BRAG Said Burgoyne to his men, as they passed in review, Tullalo, tullalo, tullalo, boys! These rebels their course very quickly will rue, And fly as the leaves 'fore the autumn tempest flew, When him who is your leader they know, boys! They with men have now to deal, And we soon will make them feel-- Tullalo, tullalo, tullalo, boys! That a loyal Briton's arm, and a loyal Briton's steel, Can put to flight a rebel, as quick as other foe, boys! Tullalo, tullalo, tullalo, Tullalo, tullalo, tullalo-o-o-o, boys!