But at New-York, wi' knife an' fork, IV. B-rg--ne gaed up, like spur an' whip, C-rnw-ll-s fought as lang's he dought, V. Then M-nt-gue, an' Guilford too, Began to fear a fa’, man; And S-ckv-lle doure, wha ftood the ftoure, The German Chief to thraw, man: For For Paddy B-rke, like ony Turk, An' Charlie F-x threw by the box, VI Then R-ck-ngh-m took up the game; Saint Stephen's boys, wi' jarring noise, For N-rth an' F-x united stocks, An' bore him to the wa', man. VII. Then Clubs an' Hearts were Charlie's cartes, He swept the stakes awa', man, Till the Diamond's Ace, of Indian race On Chatham's Boy did ca', man; An' Scotland drew her pipe an' blew, Up, Willie, waur them a' man !? VIII. Behind the throne then Gr-nv-lle's gone, A fecret word or twa, man; While flee D-nd-s arous'd the clafs Be-north the Roman wa', man: An' Chatham's wraith, in heavenly graith, (Inspired Bardies saw, man) Wi' kindling eyes cry'd, 'Willie, rise ! • Would I hae fear'd them a', man!' IX. But, word an' blow, N-rth, F-x and Co, Till |