“ Now all you on down-beds sporting,
⁠fondly lock’d in beauty’s arms,
Fresh enjoyments wanton courting,
⁠free from all but love's alarms,—
Round us roars the tempest louder;
⁠think what fear our mind enthrals:
Harder yet, it yet blows harder ”

“ The widows and their orphans,
Alas! are in great need;
To hear their lamentation
Would make your heart to bleed
Their hunger’s great, none can relate
What hardships they endure;
Few ever think upon them,
And take pity on the poor.
Now to conclude, and end my song,
May war’s effects decay,
And the British manufactories
Still flourish every day
Dear Molly I am going
To plough the raging main,
May all happiness attend you
Till I return again.
This work was published before January 1, 1929, and is in the public domain worldwide because the author died at least 100 years ago. ”

“ With men and horses tumbled down, and heaps on heaps were laid;
No longer could they stand our fire, it play’d so very hot;
They ran, and left in their redoubts two hundred on the spot.
The 42d and 79th they play'd their part like men;
Tho’ several times they were repuls'd, they charg'd the hill again;
We lost most of our Officers, our men in heaps were laid;
But still we scorn'd to quit the field, where'er a Frenchman staid.
The 88th the Irish boys, must not be here forgot;
Where'er they went they fought like men, oppos'd to shell and shot ”