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Oh Johnny Bull, my jo, John, behold on Lake
Champlain,
With more than equal force, John, you tried yoar fist
again ;
But the cock saw how it was going, and cried ^ fcock
a doodle doo,"
And McDonough was victorious, Oh Johnny BuU,
my jo.
Your soldiers on the land, John, on that eventful day,
Mark'd the issue of the conflict, and then they ran
away ;
And Macomb would have Burgoyn'd, John, your
governor Provost
But ah, he was too nimble. Oh Johnny BuU, my jo.
Oh Johnny Bull, my jo, John, in night attacks and day,
We drove you from fort Erie, flogg'd you at Chippewa.
There's Porter, Brown, and Ripely, Scott and Gaines,
to fiice the foe.
And they use the bayonet fi-eelv;, Oh Johnny BuU,
my jo.
What though at Wasliington, a base marauding
band.
Our monuments of art, John, destroyed with mth
less hand.
Oh it was a savage warfare, John, beneath a gentJrous
foe.
And brings the most disgrace on you. Oh Johnny
Bull, my jo.
Oh Johnny Bull, my jo, John, don't send your
Cochranes o'er,
Few places are assailable, on tliis, our native shore ;