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SERGEANT CHAMPE. 327
He saw base Arnold in his camp,
Surrounded by the legion, And told him of the recent prank
That threw him in that region.
Then Arnold grinn'd, and rubb'd his hands, And e'enmost chok'd with pleasure,
Not thinking Champe was all the while A " taking of his measure."
" Come now," says he, " my bold soldier,
As you're within our borders, Let's drink our fill, old care to kill,
To-morrow you'll have orders."
Full soon the British fleet set sail!
Say ! wasn't that a pity ? For thus it was brave Sergeant Champe
Yvras taken from the city.
To southern climes the shipping flew.
And anchored in Virginia, When Champe escaped and join'd his friends
Among the picininni. |
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