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HULL'S INCURSION INTO CANADA
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Air—“Cesar and Pompey were both of them honored.” Sung at a Ball given by General Smyth, at Fredericton, 9th September 1812
Come, tune up and summon, with pipe and with tabor,
Sweet Echo—to sound a Salute to Our Neighbour,
Whom Nap, the Destroyer of peace and good Order,
Persuaded to make an attack on our Border,
Impell'd by the foe to all peace and good Order,
Neighbour Madison made an attack on our Border.
Sweet Echo—to sound a Salute to Our Neighbour,
Whom Nap, the Destroyer of peace and good Order,
Persuaded to make an attack on our Border,
Impell'd by the foe to all peace and good Order,
Neighbour Madison made an attack on our Border.
At his bidding came Hull, and he made Proclamation—
“Choose wisely, Submission or Extermination.”
Full surely he thought, by this insolent Bluster,
To put all his foes in a terrible fluster.
With a medley of insolent coaxing and bluster,
He thought he could surely put all in a fluster.
“Choose wisely, Submission or Extermination.”
Full surely he thought, by this insolent Bluster,
To put all his foes in a terrible fluster.
With a medley of insolent coaxing and bluster,
He thought he could surely put all in a fluster.
Thus confident, once and again he assail'd us,
But courage and conduct, as usual, avail'd us.
When teaz'd with his bouncing and hasty retreating,
We flew to his Rear, and there gave him a beating.
With crossing, recrossing, advancing, retreating,
Our patience he tried, till his Rear got a beating.
But courage and conduct, as usual, avail'd us.
When teaz'd with his bouncing and hasty retreating,
We flew to his Rear, and there gave him a beating.
With crossing, recrossing, advancing, retreating,
Our patience he tried, till his Rear got a beating.
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His Prog intercepted, no whisky to cheer him,
Though still two to one, yet he thought us too near him.
In short—With Bellona no longer he flirted,
But wisely surrender'd and—not a man hurted!
With bloody Bellona no longer he flirted,
But wisely surrender'd and not a man hurted.
Though still two to one, yet he thought us too near him.
In short—With Bellona no longer he flirted,
But wisely surrender'd and—not a man hurted!
With bloody Bellona no longer he flirted,
But wisely surrender'd and not a man hurted.
On the Shores of Potomack, in Washington City,
Nap's Minions may sing thorough-bass to my ditty;
But all who disdain to fight under his Order,
Will curse Neighbour Madison's War on Our Border—
All true Sons of Freedom will spurn at his Order,
And curse Neighbour Madison's War on our Border.
Nap's Minions may sing thorough-bass to my ditty;
But all who disdain to fight under his Order,
Will curse Neighbour Madison's War on Our Border—
All true Sons of Freedom will spurn at his Order,
And curse Neighbour Madison's War on our Border.
1812
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