The time for billeting comes next,--

The peasant curses it; Each n.o.bleman is sorely vex'd,

'Tis hated by the cit.

Be civil, bad though be thy food,

The clowns politely treat; If to our hosts we're ever rude,

Jail-bread we're forced to eat.

And when the cannons growl around,

And small arms rattle clear, And trumpet, trot, and drum resound,

We merry all appear; And as it in the fight may chance,

We yield, then charge amain, And now retire, and now advance,

And yet a cross ne'er gain.

At length there comes a musket-ball,

And hits the leg, please Heaven; And then our troubles vanish all,

For to the town we're driven, (Well cover'd by the victor's force,)

Where we in wrath first came,-- The women, frightened then, of course,

Are loving now and tame.

Cellar and heart are open'd wide,

The cook's allow'd no rest; While beds with softest down supplied

Are by our members press'd.

The nimble lads upon us wait,

No sleep the hostess takes Her shift is torn in pieces straight,--

What wondrous lint it makes!

If one has tended carefully

The hero's wounded limb, Her neighbour cannot rest, for she

Has also tended him.

A third arrives in equal haste,

At length they all are there, And in the middle he is placed

Of the whole band so fair!

On good authority the king

Hears how we love the fight, And bids them cross and ribbon bring,

Our coat and breast to dight.

Say if a better fate can e'er

A son of Mars pursue!

'Midst tears at length we go from there,

Beloved and honour'd too.

1814.

----- OPEN TABLE.

MANY a guest I'd see to-day,

Met to taste my dishes!

Food in plenty is prepar'd,

Birds, and game, and fishes.

Invitations all have had,

All proposed attending.

Johnny, go and look around!

Are they hither wending?

Pretty girls I hope to see,

Dear and guileless misses, Ignorant how sweet it is

Giving tender kisses.

Invitations all have had,

All proposed attending.

Johnny, go and look around!

Are they hither wending?

Women also I expect,

Loving tow'rd their spouses, Whose rude grumbling in their b.r.e.a.s.t.s

Greater love but rouses.

Invitations they've had too,