The Ningpo-men came down like the wolf he fold, Their rights inthe bones of their sires to uphold; 5 They burned with ay ardour that nothin, could quench To grind into powder the handful of French!
For the men-of-war sailors they cared not Volunteers and police incommoded them not; But like sensible men they determined to When the 12-BORE IRREGULARS came eld,
on the field Tt was not their costume, their size, or their gait It was not their guns, which were often held straight Tt was not the fifty refills in their pokes "Twas the glare in the eyes of brave Coun-oiller S———!
Like an eagle's his vision ranged over the plain, And no yellow man meeting it cared to'
remain So we've gained a new arm in these fow-Ting-piece folks, And long may they serve under Councillor
Text read from the printed page and cleaned; old type leaves the occasional error.