On Admiral Arbuthnot
A PASQUINADE STUCK UP AT NEW YORK, AUGUST 12TH, 1780 .
Of Arbuthnot, my friend, pray tell me the news;
What's done by his ships and their brave gallant crews?
Has the old English man shewn old English spunk
And the ships of the French burnt, taken, or sunk?
In truth, my good sir, there has been nothing like it.
'Tis easier to threaten a blow, than to strike it.
No ship has been taken, or frigate, or lugger:
Nor e'en a poor Frenchman for jacktars — — —
Though this was a promise so solemnly made
When he call'd on the sailors to give him their aid:
Yet himself he has hid under Gardiner's Island,
And swears the French ships must be now taken by land.
Of Arbuthnot, my friend, pray tell me the news;
What's done by his ships and their brave gallant crews?
Has the old English man shewn old English spunk
And the ships of the French burnt, taken, or sunk?
In truth, my good sir, there has been nothing like it.
'Tis easier to threaten a blow, than to strike it.
No ship has been taken, or frigate, or lugger:
Nor e'en a poor Frenchman for jacktars — — —
Though this was a promise so solemnly made
When he call'd on the sailors to give him their aid:
Yet himself he has hid under Gardiner's Island,
And swears the French ships must be now taken by land.
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