The works of Mr. Thomas Brown Serious and Comical, In Prose and Verse; In four volumes. The Fourth Edition, Corrected, and much Enlarged from his Originals never before publish'd. With a key to all his Writings |
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The Campaign. A Song.
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Mount, my Boys, mount; let us view the Campaign;At Hounslow the Tents do cover the Plain.
Hark! the Trumpets sound, the Troopers are hors'd,
If you stay longer, the Sight will be lost.
Hark too! the Hautboys; the Grenadiers come;
Now in the Rear march the Foot with the Drums.
Haste, Gentlemen, haste, our Friends will present's
With a kind Bottle and Wench in their Tents.
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See yonder, Sir, see how dazling they shew?Their Cloaths, Hats and Arms, are brandishing new.
How dreadfully look the Bag'nets advanc'd!
How proudly those Jennets before 'em do prance!
See how the Housings and Trappings do blaze!
How admiring Crowds upon 'em do gaze!
Whigs and old Rebels are dash'd at the Sight;
They curse in their Hearts, and view 'em with Spight.
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Now, now we are there; yon's the General's Tent;All that long Row's for the Queen's Regiment;
Yonder's the Sutler's; and there the Smiths stand,
With Anvils and Forges all ready at hand.
O Windsor and Hounslow! I hope your Stock's large,
You're like to maintain an Infantry Charge.
The Strollers o'th' Strand and Park will come down,
And leave at the Camp, what they got in the Town.
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