And will revenge it, if they can, On town and country, maid and man-- And all they fear is Fulton's plan; Torpedoes planted in the deep, Whose blast may put them all to sleep, Or ghostify them at a sweep. Another scheme, entirely new, Is hammering on his anvil too, That frightens christian, turk, and jew. A frigate,[B] mounting thirty six!-- Who'er with her a quarrel picks Will little get but cuffs and kicks: [B] The steam frigate _Fulton the First_: Qui me percellit morti debetur--who strikes at me to death is doomed!--_Freneau's note._ A frigate meant to sail by steam!-- How can she else but torture them, Be proof to all their fire and flame. A feast she cooks for England's sons Of scalded heads and broken bones Discharged from iron hearted guns. Black Sam[C] himself, before he died, Such _suppers_ never did provide;-- Such dinners roasted, boil'd, and fry'd. [C] A character well known in New York several years since, remarkable for elegance and luxurious refinements in the art of cookery.--_idem._ To make a brief of all I said-- If to attack they change blockade Their godships will be well repaid With water, scalding from the pot, With melted lead and flaming shot, With vollies of--I know not what, The british lads will be so treated: Their wooden walls will be so heated, Their ruin will be soon completed. Our citizens shall stare and wonder-- The Neversink repel their thunder And Cockburn miss a handsome plunder. ROYAL CONSULTATIONS Relative to the Disposal of Lord Wellington's Army Said the goth to the vandal, the prince to the king, Let us do a mad action, to make the world ring: With Wellington's army we now have the means To make a bold stroke and exhibit new scenes. A stroke at the states is my ardent desire, To waste, and harass them with famine and fire; My vengeance to carry through village and town, And even to batter their capitol down. The vandal then answer'd, and said to the goth, Dear George, with yourself I am equally wroth: Of Wellington's army dispose as you please, It is best, I presume, they should go beyond seas; For, should they come home, I can easily show The hangman will have too much duty to do. So, away came the bruisers, and when they came here Some mischief they did, where no army was near: They came to correct, and they came to chastise And to do all the evil their heads could devise. At Washington city, they burnt and destroy'd Till among the big houses they made a huge void; Then back to their shipping they flew like the wind, But left many more than five hundred behind Of wounded and dead, and others say, double; And thus was the hangman excused from some trouble.