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THE IRISHMAN'S EPISTLE. |
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How brave ye went out with your muskets all bright, And thought to be-frighten the folks with the sight; But when you got there how they powder'd your puins,
And all the way home how they pepper'd your------,
And is it not, honeys, a comical crack,
To be proud in the face, and be shot in the back.
How come ye to think, now, they did not know how,2 To be after their firelocks as smartly as you ? Why, }^ou see now, my honies, 'tis nothing at all, But to pull at the trigger, and pop goes the ball.
And what have you got now with all your designing, But a town without victuals to sit down and dine in; And to look on the ground like a parcel of noodles, And sing, how the Yankees have beaten the Doodles. I'm sure if you're wise you'll make peace for a dinner, For fighting and fasting will soon make ye thinner.
1 "For Concord by discord" &c. Puns upon the word Concord were numberless, after the action of the nineteenth of April, 1775. The following appeared as " an anecdote," shortly after that action. " When the emigrants and adventurers first came to America, they met on the shore with Calvinists, Huguenots, Papists and Protestants Such a medley of people, of different tenets and persuasions, promised much discord ; however, good sense prevailed, and they tman- |
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