A Battle! A Battle! (Extended) - 7
With beating Drums, and Colours spread.
LET Trumpets sound, and Hautboys play,
And set the Battle in Array;
Nor absent be the Pipe and Tabor,
To cheat your hearts, and ease your Labour:
Cock up your Hats, look fierce and trim
Not wear the horizontal Brim,
The House of Prayer be made a Den
Not of vile Thieves, but armed Men:
Tho’ ‘tis indeed a Prophanation
Which we must expiate with Lustration.
But such the present Time requires
And such are all the Friends Desires
Fill Bumpers then, of Rum or’ Arrack
We’ll drink Success to the new Barrack;
He said, they, all approv’d the Cause
And in full concert groan’d Applause.
Now News arriv’d that Paxton Men,
Were come within nine Miles or ten;
The City’s fill’d with Sighs and Groans
Tales of raw heads, and bloody Bones;
While some take heart and go to meet
The fiends they heard had cloven Feet.
