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212 BATTLE OF THE KEGS.
Now in a fright, he starts upright,
Awak'd by such a clatter ; He rubs his eyes, and boldly cries,
" For Grod's sake, what's the matter ? "
At his bedside, he then espied, Sir Erskine at command, sir,4
Upon one foot he had one boot, And t'other in his hand, sir.
" Arise ! arise, Sir Erskine cries, The rebels—more's the pity—
Without a boat, are all afloat, And rang'd before the city.
" The motley crew, in vessels new, With Satan for their guide, sir,
Packed up in bags, or wooden kegs, Come driving down the tide, sir.
" Therefore prepare for bloody war ;
These kegs must all be routed, Or surely we despis'd shall be,
And British courage doubted."