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BONY’S FIGHT.
“There was Captain Cucumber, Lieutenant Tripe, Ensign Pattyman, and myself.”Foote.
hen Bony fought his host of foes,
Heroes and generals arose
Like mushrooms when he bade them;
Europe, while trembling at his nod,
Thought him a sort of demi-god,
So wondrous quick he made them.
But “every dog must have his day,”
And Bony’s power has passed away,
His track let others follow;
Yet in that talent of the Great,
With dash of goose-quill to create,
Our Clinton beats him hollow!
Alas! thou little god12 of war,
The proud effulgence of thy star
Is dimmed, I fear, forever,
Though bright thy buttons long have shined,
And still thy powdered hair behind
Is clubbed so neat and clever.
