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EXPEDITION TO RHODE ISLAND. 233
Their mighty hearts might shrink they tho't,
For all flesh only grass is, A plenteous store they therefore brought,
Of whiskey and molasses.
They swore they'd make bold Pigot squeak,3
So did their good ally, sir, And take him pris'ner in a week,
But that was all my eye, sir.
As Jonathan so much desir'd
To shine in martial story, D'Estaing with politesse retir'd,4
To leave him all the glory.
He left him what was better yet,
At least it was more use, sir, He left him for a quick retreat,
A very good excuse, sir.
To stay, unless he rul'd the sea,
He thought would not be right, sir,
And Continental troops, said he,
On islands should not fight, sir.