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232 EXPEDITION TO RHODE ISLAND.
Begar, said Monsieur, one grand coup, You shall bientot behold, sir;
This was believ'd as gospel true, And Jonathan felt bold, sir.
So Yankee Doodle did forget
The sound of British drum, sir,
How oft it made him quake and sweat, In spite of Yankee rum, sir.
He took his wallet on his back, His rifle on his shoulder,
And veow'd Rhode Island to attack, Before he was much older.
In dread array their tatter'd crew, Advanc'd with colors spread, sir,
Their fifes played Yankee doodle, doo, King Hancock at their head, sir.2
What numbers bravely cross'd the seas, I cannot well determine,
A swarm of rebels and of iieas, And every other vermin.