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On the heroic Taylors, belonging to Elliot's light horse, who fought so bravely in Germany.
I.
When Granby the brave! (a disciple of Mars!)Rush'd forth from Great Britain to Germanic wars!
(To fight the foe rang'd, or to force the strong trench,)
And help Ferdinand 'gainst the swaggering French!
Derry down, down, down derry down.
II.
The Taylors, regardless, of death, wounds, & scars!Resolv'd to leave stitching, and live by the wars!
With a patriot zeal, they deserted their boards!
Bestrode the war horses, and brandish'd their swords!
Derry down, down, down derry down.
III.
The news throughout England, no sooner was known,What great emulation the Taylors had shown!
But they listed in scores, 'gainst Britannia's foes!
And Elliot's light horse, was the cohort they chose.
Derry down, down, down derry down.
IV.
Behold they set sail, from their own native land,And meet a good welcome from brave Ferdinand;
Who led 'em straightway, where the foe rang'd in view,
They kindled with ardour! and resolute grew!
Derry down, down, down derry down.
V.
They loaded, and prim'd, and ramm'd home their balls,Set spurs, and full gallop, they drove on the Gauls!
Face to face they discharg'd, unsheath'd to engage!
And hew'd thro' the French with Achillean rage!
Derry down, down, down derry down.
VI.
Gallant Erskine, the bold! he headed this band!Who follow'd like death; at the warrior's command.
The French turn'd their backs, broke, scatter'd, and fled;
The Taylors rush'd on, o'er mountains of dead.
Derry down, down, down derry down.
VII.
Poor Lewis, must surely be in a sad plight,When his swaggering heroes, our Taylor can't fight,
If before them o'erpow'r'd, in panic they flee;
How dreadful must Great Britain's heroes all be.
Derry down, down, down derry down.
VIII.
In a different sense, th' old proverb we'll take;Nine soldiers of Gaul, scarce a light horseman make
With feminine tremor; the French are all smitten;
For nine, dare not face a brave stitch of Great Britain!
Derry down, down, down derry down.
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