Catches, canons and drinking songs
Let us drink, let us drink to the Blades Intrench'd on the Shannon, discharge our full Glasses as they their whole Cannon, Ev'ry Health shall be Flourish'd with Trumpets & Drums, & our Bumpers go off in Pledge to their Bombs, see the Town in a Blaze, now our Faces, our Faces resembles, & at both the pale Monsieur, poor Mac & Teague trembles.