No venal muse before your view Next sets a vet’ran bold, sirs, The praise to merit justly due, From Paul she cannot hold, sirs, His valour oft has bore the test, In war he’s brisk and handy; His private virtues stand confest, In short, he’s quite the dandy. Fal lal, &c. Brave Mackarel heads his grenadiers, They’re just the lads to do it, And should the Dons, or lank Monsieurs Come here, he’ll make them rue it: He’ll roar his thunders, make them flee, With a tow, row, row, row, ra ra; And do them o’er by land,----at sea, As Rodney did Langara. Fal lal, &c. Young Thompson, with his lads so light Of foot, with hearts of steel, O, His country’s cause will nobly fight, And make her foes to feel, O: For should the frog-fed sons of Gaul Come capering, _a la Francois_, My lads, said he, we’ll teach them all The _Light Bob_ country-dance a. Fal lal, &c. Our leaders all, so brave and bold, Should I in verse recite a, A baggage waggon would not hold The songs that I could write, a: Their deeds so great, their words so mild, O take our worst commander, And to him Cæsar was a child, And so was Alexander. Fal lal, &c. Such men as these we’ll follow thro’ The world, and brave all danger; Each volunteer is firm and true, His heart’s to fear a stranger.---- _Good Folks, farewell!_ God bless the king, With angels centry o’er him, Now, _Hark, to Winchester!_ we’ll sing, And push about the Jorum! Fal lal lal la ral. [74] Herbert Stockhore, a private, the pretended author. STOCKTON’s COMMENDATION. Ye freeholders of Stockton-town, Who follow your several occupations, Once more I’ll sing, and raise my tune, On flourishing Stockton’s commendations. Our bridge with pleasure I behold, Our shambles gain great approbation; And neighb’ring towns agree with me, In singing Stockton’s commendation. From East and West the graziers bring Fat flocks of each denomination; And o’er a glass they freely sing Great is Stockton’s commendation. Full thirty miles some butchers ride; Fat goods are their expectation; At Stockton they are well supplied; They sing Stockton’s commendation. Our shews proclaim a thriving town, And fortnight-days to admiration, To see Stockton improve so soon, Daily to her commendation. Our spacious streets each stranger views, And fairly gives his approbation,-- Stockton’s the place that I do choose, So great is Stockton’s commendation. Our gardens, orchards, river, plains, All join to raise our contemplation; While hand in hand we other join, In singing Stockton’s commendation.