and Shack,
And the gallant big "benners" the victuals did sack;
Captain Green he commanded the Indigo troop,
These beer barrel chargers none with them can cope.

The Amazon army led on by Queen Bess,
Each feminine soldier so grand was her dress,
Though they chatted and pratted, 'twor pleasant to see
Them laughing and quaffing their hot rum and tea.

There was music to dainties and music to wine,
And for fear of invaders no hearts did repine;
Although a dark cloud swept over the plain,
Yet our quarter was sheltered from famine and rain.

Drum-Major Ben Rushworth and Bandmaster Wright,
Drank to each other with pleasure that night;
We'd full-flowing bumpers, we'd music and fun,
From the larder and cellar of Field-Marshall Lund.

One Private Tom Berry got into the hall,
When a big rump o' beef he made rather small;
And Flintergill Billy of the Spuzzer's Brigade,
Got his beak in the barrel, and havoc he made.

The Field-Marshall declared, and his good lady too,
They ne'er were attacked with so pleasant a foe;
With this all the clansmen gave them three cheers,
In return they saluted the bold Buchaneers.

The Benks o' the Aire.

It isn't the star of the evening that breetens,
Wi' fairy-like leetness the owd Rivock ends,
Nor is it the bonny green fields up ta Steeton,
Or the benks of the river while strolling wi' friends,
That tempts me to wander at twilight so lonely,
And leave the gay feast for others to share;
But O there's a charm, and a charm for me only,
In a sweet little cot on the Benks o' the Aire.

How sweet and remote from all turmoil and danger,
In that cot, wi' my Mary, I could pass the long years:
In friendship and peace lift the latch to a stranger,
And chase off the anguish o' pale sorrow's tears.
We'd walk aght in t'morning when t'young sun wor shining,
When t'birds hed awakened, an' t'lark soar'd i' t'air,
An' I'd watch its last beam, on my Mary reclining,
From ahr dear little cot on the Benks o' the Aire.

Then we'd talk o' the past, when our loves wor forbidden,
When fortune wor adverse, an' friends wod deny,
How ahr hearts wor still true, tho' the favours wor hidden
Fra the charm of ahr life, the mild stare of ahr eye.
An' when age sall hev temper'd ahr warm glow o' feelin'
Ahr loves should endure, an' still wod we share;
For weal or in woe, or whativver cums stealin',
We'd share in ahr cot on the Benks o' the Aire.

Then hasten, my Mary, the m