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270 ABOUT SAVANNAH.
With warlike parade,
And his Irish brigade, His ships and his spruce Gallic host, sir,
As proud as an elf,
D'Estaing came himself, And landed on Georgia's coast, sir.
There joining a band,
Under Lincoln's command, Of rebels and traitors and whigs, sir,
'Gainst the town of Savannah
He planted his banner, And then he felt wonderous big, sir.
With thund'ring of guns,
And bursting of bombs, He thought to have frighten'd our boys, sir.
But amidst all their din,
Brave Maitland push'd in,1 And Moncrieffe2 cried, " A fig for your noise," sir,
Chagrined at delay,
As he meant not to stay,