[143] "On which were engraven twice."--_Ed. 1786._ [144] This and the nine following lines were written for the edition of 1809. [145] "Merely for music."--_Ed. 1786._ [146] "If you will,"--_Ib._ [147] "Length."--_Ed. 1786._ [148] In the 1786 edition there was inserted at this point the following stanza omitted in the later versions: "Jove peep'd thro' his moons, and examin'd their features, And said, 'By my truth, they are wonderful creatures, 'The beards are so long that encircle their throats, 'That (unless they are Welchmen) I swear they are _goats_.'" DIALOGUE AT HYDE-PARK CORNER[149] (London) _Burgoyne_ Let those who will, be proud and sneer And call you an unwelcome peer, But I am glad to see you here: The prince that fills the British throne, Unless successful, honours none; Poor Jack Burgoyne!--you're not alone. _Cornwallis_ Thy ships, De Grasse, have caused my grief-- To rebel shores and their relief There never came a luckier chief: In fame's black page it shall be read, By Gallic arms my soldiers bled-- The rebels thine in triumph led. _Burgoyne_ Our fortunes different forms assume, I called and called for elbow-room,[150] Till Gates discharged me to my doom;[151] But you, that conquered far and wide, In little York thought fit to hide, The subject ocean at your side. _Cornwallis_ And yet no force had gained that post-- Not Washington, his country's boast, Nor Rochambeau, with all his host, Nor all the Gallic fleet's parade-- Had Clinton hurried to my aid, And Sammy Graves been not afraid. _Burgoyne_ For head knocked off, or broken bones, Or mangled corpse, no price atones; Nor all that prattling rumour says, Nor all the piles that art can raise, The poet's or the parson's praise. _Cornwallis_ Though I am brave, as well as you, Yet still I think your notion true; Dear brother Jack, our toils are o'er-- With foreign conquests plagued no more, We'll stay and guard our native shore. [149] Text from the edition of 1809. The poem first appeared in the _Freeman's Journal_, April 24, 1782. [150] See Vol. I, page 166, note. [151] "Had I been blest with _elbow-room_, I might have found a different doom."--_Ed. 1786._ ON THE LATE ROYAL SLOOP OF WAR GENERAL MONK[152] (Formerly the Washington) Mounting Six Quarter Deck Wooden Guns When the _Washington_ ship by the English was beat, They sent her to England to shew their great feat, And Sandwich straitway, as a proof of his spunk, Dashed out her old name, and called her the _Monk_. "This _Monk_ hated Rebels (said Sandy)--'od rot 'em-- "So heave her down quickly, and copper her bottom; "With the sloops of our navy we'll have her enrolled, "And manned with picked sailors to make her feel bold;