Summary

David Roberts The Military Adventures of Johnny Newcome

As now to Salamanca near John drew,
Pleas’d that to Portugal he’d bid adieu, [60]
Was told to hasten—there might be a Fight,
The Hostile foes were in each other’s sight:
With British ardour thrilling thro’ each vein;
Urged by an impulse nothing could restrain.
John’s soul was meek, but he felt in truth
With all the bashful modesty of Youth;
From his blest native Soil he did inherit
A bold, determined mind, and active spirit
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David Roberts The Military Adventures of Johnny Newcome

Who slily wish’d our Army at the Devil;
On all occasions, it was his delight,
On British Officers to vent his spite;
Kept John, with Teague and Baggage, at his Door,
Kicking their heels for full three hours and more. [53]
John fumed and fretted—but ’twas all in vain;
Till tired to death, his Billet did obtain.
But such a filthy, loathsome, beastly Hut
Mud walls, Mud floor, besmear’d with Slime & Smut!
‘O L—d!’ says John, ‘pray how shall I contrive,
‘In this D——n’d hole, to keep myself alive?’
A half-starved Taylor, vamping up old breeches,
Cried, ‘Viva, Senhor!’ and pursu’d his stitches.
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David Roberts The Military Adventures of Johnny Newcome

But British valour soon overwhelm’d its Foes.
Then burst the Cavalry with heroic speed,
Charging their Squares, and every where succeed.
Beat at all points, the dastard Frenchmen yield,
Trust all to flight, and scamper from the Field.
Thus the brave British, German, Portuguese,
Fought, Conquer’d, Triumph’d at th’ Arepiles; [70]
And I, to deck my story, fain would sing,
How all the Salamanca Bells did ring;
How Peasants unconcerned, th’ ensuing Day,
Plough’d thro’ the honour’d soil where Heroes lay.
But no—content I’ll to my story keep,
And so return to John I left asleep
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