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His aide-de-camps to Britain boast Of battles—Yankee never lost; But they are won in the Gazette— That saves the nation's etiquette.
Clinton his injur'd honor saw, Swore he'd be tried by martial law, And kick Germaine whene'er they met— A ribbon sav'd that etiquette.
Though records speak Germaine's disgrace, To quote them to him to his face, (The Commons now are—si honnete,) They voted not the etiquette.
Of Saratoga's dreadful plain—-An army ruin'd; why complain ? To pile their arms as they were let, Sure they came off with etiquette!
Cries Burgoyne, " They may be reliev'd, That army still may be retriev'd, To see the king if I be let; " "No, sir ! 'tis not the etiquette."