William McCarty, comp. The American National Song Book. 1842.
ImpromptuOn the capture of the Epervier by the Peacock
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But those who feather well their nest
Are much esteem’d for gain, sir;
And Warrington has lately said
The Sparrow-hawk with specie fed,
The Peacock won’t disdain, sir.
Is stuff’d with milk and bread in sties,
To feast their palates sweet, sir,
But give a Yankee tar a hawk,
He wants no carving knife or fork
To find the parts to eat, sir.
And fill his hawks of English breed
With gold and silver dust, sir,
And he will find the Yankee tar
With hungry stomach always near,
And willingly his guest, sir.