Attend at the call of the fifer and drummer, The French and the Rebels are coming next summer, And forts we must build Though Tories are kill'd-- Then courage, my jockies, and work for your king, For if you are taken no doubt you will swing-- If York we can hold I'll have you enroll'd; And after you're dead Your names shall be read As who for their monarch both labour'd and bled, And ventur'd their necks for their beef and their bread. 'Tis an honour to serve the bravest of nations, And be left to be hang'd in their capitulations-- Then scour up your mortars And stand to your quarters, 'Tis nonsense for Tories in battle to run, They never need fear sword, halberd, or gun; Their hearts should not fail 'em, No balls will assail 'em, Forget your disgraces And shorten your faces, For 'tis true as the gospel, believe it or not, Who are born to be hang'd, will never be shot. [5] According to Frank Moore's _Songs and Ballads of the Revolution_, this poem was first issued as a ballad-sheet in 1779. It was reprinted in the _Freeman's Journal_, April 17, 1782, and was published in the author's three editions. The text follows the edition of 1795. Sir Henry Clinton was left in command of New York City, July 5, 1777, when Howe started on his expedition for the capture of Philadelphia. Freneau's poem indicates his treatment of the Tory refugees. A DIALOGUE BETWEEN HIS BRITANNIC MAJESTY AND MR. FOX[6] Supposed to have passed about the time of the approach of the combined fleets of France and Spain to the British coasts, August, 1779. _King G._