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BATTLE OF THE KEGS.
" These kegs, I'm told, the rebels hold, Packed up like pickled herring,
And they're come down, t' attack the town In this new way of ferrying."
The soldier flew, the sailor too,
And scared almost to death, sir,
Wore out their shoes to spread the news, And ran till out of breath, sir.
Now up and down, throughout the town, Most frantic scenes were acted ;
And some ran here, and others there, Like men almost distracted.
Some fire cried, which some denied, But said the earth had quaked;
And girls and boys, with hideous noise, Ran through the streets half naked.
Sir William,2 he, snug as a flea, Lay all this time a snoring;
Nor dreamed of harm, as he lay warm, In bed with-----------."