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356 DESCENT ON MIDDLESEX.
'Twas now about the break of day, When all were forc'd to march away; With what they order'd we complied, Though cold, nor yet one quarter dried.
We made a halt one half mile short Of what is term'd Brucklyn's fort; Where all were hurried through the street: Some overtook us, some we met.
We now traversing the parade, The awful figure which we made, Caus'd laughter, mirth, and merriment, And some would curse us as we went.
Their grandest fort was now hard by us, They shew'd us that to terrify us ; They shew'd us all their bulwarks there, To let be known how strong they were.
Just then the Tory drums did sound, And pipes rang out a warlike round; Supposing we must thence conclude, That Britain ne'er could be subdu'd.