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The Deserters. A Tale.
THE DESERTERS . A TALE .
BY ANTHONY PASQUIN , ESQ . " HT * JL HEY , who imag ine all are lost that stray , at the bestbut itators blind :
Are , , cog Believe such doctrine comfortless who may ; Though fortune ' s skittish , yet she ' s often kind . A British regiment in a keen fang'd frost , In Canada ' s rough clime , in eighty-two , Had six base privates , who forsook their post !
To join the rebel crew To bring the recreant desperadoes back , A serjeant was dispatch'd ; A Connaug ht spalpeen , christen'd Paddy Whack , Whose brogue or blunderings were never match'd . After some galling marches , that distress'd ' em , He overtook the party , and addressd ' em :
Are you not pretty fellows , answer true , To quit your colours , and your comrades too ? Now how , like dogs , you hang your heads , and mutter I What ! would you quarrel with your bread and butter ? You ' ve sold your arms , no doubt , for cash , and spent Jt , But , by the Hill of Howth , you'll all repent it : I'll tell the King what rascals he has got
, Damme you'll first be try'd , arid then be shot . But now to business : I'll be short and clear , I ' ve twenty men in ambush , in the rear , Will cut ye , every mother ' s son , in three , Unless you instantly return with me .
The soldiers , to revolt but half inclin'd , After some potent struggles of the mind ; Unanimously went , With Pat , the serjeant , to the colonel ' s tent , On promise of forgiveness from the throne Thus the commander to the serjeant spoke , ( After he chid the culprits and confounded ' em ) , How , Paddy , could you take six men alone J How take ' em ! said the serjeant , that ' s a joke , By Peter ' s keys , your honour , 1 surrounded ' em *
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The Deserters. A Tale.
THE DESERTERS . A TALE .
BY ANTHONY PASQUIN , ESQ . " HT * JL HEY , who imag ine all are lost that stray , at the bestbut itators blind :
Are , , cog Believe such doctrine comfortless who may ; Though fortune ' s skittish , yet she ' s often kind . A British regiment in a keen fang'd frost , In Canada ' s rough clime , in eighty-two , Had six base privates , who forsook their post !
To join the rebel crew To bring the recreant desperadoes back , A serjeant was dispatch'd ; A Connaug ht spalpeen , christen'd Paddy Whack , Whose brogue or blunderings were never match'd . After some galling marches , that distress'd ' em , He overtook the party , and addressd ' em :
Are you not pretty fellows , answer true , To quit your colours , and your comrades too ? Now how , like dogs , you hang your heads , and mutter I What ! would you quarrel with your bread and butter ? You ' ve sold your arms , no doubt , for cash , and spent Jt , But , by the Hill of Howth , you'll all repent it : I'll tell the King what rascals he has got
, Damme you'll first be try'd , arid then be shot . But now to business : I'll be short and clear , I ' ve twenty men in ambush , in the rear , Will cut ye , every mother ' s son , in three , Unless you instantly return with me .
The soldiers , to revolt but half inclin'd , After some potent struggles of the mind ; Unanimously went , With Pat , the serjeant , to the colonel ' s tent , On promise of forgiveness from the throne Thus the commander to the serjeant spoke , ( After he chid the culprits and confounded ' em ) , How , Paddy , could you take six men alone J How take ' em ! said the serjeant , that ' s a joke , By Peter ' s keys , your honour , 1 surrounded ' em *