Spirit of the age. [volume] (Woodstock, Vt.) 1845-1913, 1847-03-18

STORM OF DANBURY CONN. BY GENERl
TRYON, TIT.

a ll, folt'ng along, arm in arm, eUiM his punk
dae gdtIG"t Stt valiant who dghts all bv pro
Thus spoke 10 his soldiers, held M h., Ms dor,
NY boys am going 10 send you with Tryon
10 place where you'l all get as proggv AL n
And the wounded when well, shall receive ,
gull, '''
But the slain be allowed Just a. much M ,hev ,x
By tory from Danbury, pve been informed
That there's no body there: SO The place ,hqH'
StOrmed.
If there's no body there, sir, and no body near
Two thousand will conquer the Vhols,never fear
JOE GALLoP, AwAY-[a refugee tory ,riM q
eral others]
Good soldiers, go fight that we all may get rich
SOLDIER.
Go get you halter, you son Of bitch;
Get out and go live in the woods upon nuts
Or I'll give you my bayonet plump in your gu
Dye think, you contemplate thief looking crew
That we fight to get beef for such rascas as va
TYRoN TO THE SOLDIERS.
Come on my brave boys, now, as bold as lo1
AND march for the honor of Gea. Tryon;
NY lads, there's no danger for this you may kno|
Ihat I'd lei it alone if thought il was so.
ScENE-CoaHecticut-Troops landed.
TRYoN.
In cunning and conting, deceit and disguise,
In cheating friend, or invcnting of lies;
think I'm match for the best of my species,
But IN this undertaking feel all in pieces;
So III fall in the rear, for d rather 90 last,
Come maIch on my boVs let me see you all pa'
For his Majesly's servce(so says my commissid
Requires that bring up the whoie erpediion. /
ScENE-Danbury--TrOOps arrired.
TRYoN.
Come hollow, my lads, for the day is our own
No rebels are here, not soul in the town;
So fire all the houses and when in blaze,
Won honor the king with shout Of huzzas
n noise among The soldiers
In bis Mnjesly'S name, what's this mutinOus
gon'
SOLDIERS.
We came 10 get drunk, sir, for that was the
AN lRIsH SoLDIER-drunk,
lIuzza for the Congress- the Congress and tod
URYoN.
You scOundrel, I'll run you quite through the I'D
2D IRISH SOLDIER.
BY the head of SAINT Paddy
care no, a louise, for king George or his dadd
Sd IRISH SoLEIER.
Whist plenty is here 0 what eating and drink
Who'd stay in New York, 10 be starving
slinking'
18th IRISH SOLDIER.
The iebes, huzza! in a hat fall of rum.
9th IRISH SOLDIER.
Come let US drink bumpers, Jack, out of DR.
SCoTCH SOLDIER.
Land Butte and his crew are bundle of thiey
ENGLISH SOLDIER.
Lord North and his gang are kennel Of slave
WELSH SOLDIER.
And aWeIshman, praye poys, never harbors
ALL.
Then let US 90 over
Who'd stay TO be starved, that might thus liz
clover.
They siag]
Let freedom and love be the gIee of our song
Let America hourish-the Congress grow str
And brave Washington conquCror, all the
long.
IA consultation Of officers al a distance-H III
and stores on fire.
TRYoN.
wish was back, for IN wofully scared,
The light will be seen and the noise will be HI
And the rebels will gather 50 thick in our wa
That, whether we run fort, or whether we
I he fate of the whole will be doubtful and III
4 sudden alarm-.4n officer in u fright ga
up, cryingl
To arms. 10 arms TO alms-len thousand m
Are pouring from the clouds-ten thousand
Are got between The army and the shore
Ten thousand women too.
TRYoN.
Run, run-step, stop
Here help ME on my horse before drop.
+ Enter an officer from .NeU TOrk-to IT.,
OFFICER.
The King hath promised, sir, you shal
KnighieI
The devil take the king-for I'm so frigh.cd
OFFICER.
But, sir, YOU must attend to what I've said.
TRYoN.
Why then the king must knigh, me whe
dead.
But bring orders, sir, which say "you mua
TRYoN.
Aye, must or not, I'll have a galIop first.
Sets of, and The whole after him1
SCENI-1He shipping Troop on bod
Tryoa surrounded uith Surgeons
TRYON.
My bely's full Of balls, hear them rattle.
SURGEON.
IT'S only, sir, the echo of the battle.
TRYON.
Do search mo oversee here It's IN wo
SURGEON.
You are not hurt sir.
TRYoN.
Then I'm confounde
For, as stood, not knowing what 10 do,
Whether to fight, to fly, or to pursue,
A cannon ball, of two and thirty pound,
Struck me Just where Sir Pcter+ got his wo
Then passing on between my horses ears
SURGEON.
Compose yourself, good sir, forget your ca
You are not sIain,-you are,aiye and well
TRYoN.
Between my horses ears-and down he fe
Then getting up again
SURGEON.
Dear sir, compod
And try TO get yourself into doze;
The hurt you've got is not so dangerous dt
Bu, bleeding, shaving poulticc time and S
With blslers, clys,ers, patience, air and d
Will set YOU up again, i!you'll be quiet.
So thick, so fast, the balls aud bullets flew
Some Int me here, some there, some thro
through.
And so by thousands did the rebels muster
Under their generals, Arnold and old Hod
That, let me, let me, let me, let me-but
Get off aIive-fdrcweH Connecticut
Philadelphia, May, IL. Gun
General Sir William Howe, whose irregula
now pretty well known.
tsir Peter Parker who was shot in the breec
olina.