The Flavian corps commenced the fray, And fired a sudden volley; The women, strangers to dismay, Made a most vigorous sally. The fight grew hot along the van, Both stones and bullets rattle. And many a brave young Orangeman Lay on the field of battle. Now here, now there, Maria flies, Nothing can stop her courses. All instruments of death she plies Against the Orange forces. Such is her speed upon the plain, No mortal can outpace her, And such her valor--’tis in vain For any man to face her, Great Major Hewitt, for tactics famed, Renewed the fierce alarms, Celestial rays of lightning gleamed From his refulgent arms. His father was of earthly race, His mother--once the fairest Of rural nymphs--the stolen embrace Of Jove upon a “Papist.” He rushed into the virgin throng And put them in commotion, But brave Maria quickly ran And stopped his rapid motion. With his own pistol, on his head, She gave him such a wherrit As laid him with the vulgar dead, Devoid of sense and spirit. Barclay, the second in command, Renowned for killing number Was by Margretta’s daring band, Knocked into deadly slumbers; With a sharp saw upon his crown She cut so deep a chasm, He fell, and bit the bloody ground, In a most frightful spasm. The Orange banner was displayed By youthful Ensign Legoe, Who was by war’s sad chance soon laid Low as the other hero: In this predicament he found Himself in no small hazard, When a rude bullet of ten pound Rebounded from his mazzard He fell upon his brawny back To the cold marble pavement; The victors beat him like a sack, By way of entertainment. She said, “Go, vagrant, to the shades, And tell Sir John the story, How a small band of Carbery maids Pulled down the Orange glory.” Sir Parker, seeing his banner fall, His warlike troops defeated, Under the cover of a wall To a small fort retreated, Where he and all his Garde de Corps Lay for some time securely, And braved the clamor and uproar Of th’ Amazonian fury. But while the hero from within Fired on a brave virago, Who then pursued four of his men With vengeance and bravado, A rocky fragment from without Made a most grievous rattle Upon his cheek, his eye knocked out-- Which finished all the battle. Some of his men in ditches lay To shun their near extinction; Some from their helmets tore away The badges of distinction; Some in the public streets declared Against the name and Order. And thus our Orange heroes fared The day they crossed the border.