William McCarty, comp. The American National Song Book. 1842.
Burgoynes SurrenderA
Was going to his duty,
Through all the crowd he smiling bow’d
To every blooming beauty.
In Portugal and Flanders,
And all the town thought he’d be crown’d
The first of Alexanders.
To kiss great George’s hand, sir,
And to harangue o’er state affairs,
Before he left the land, sir.
To hear his grand oration,
Whilst all the Peers with loudest cheers
Proclaim’d him through the nation.
Next to Ticonderoga,
And leaving those, away he goes
Straightway to Saratoga.
To gain his wish’d for station;
Whilst far and wide his minions hied,
To spread his proclamation.
Of pardon or submission,
Lest cruel bands should waste the lands,
Of all in opposition.
This boasted son of Britain,
When mounting his triumphal car,
With sudden fear was smitten.
Their hostile bands confounded,
And when they would have turn’d their backs,
They found themselves surrounded.
Their chief, humane and tender,
To save the rest soon thought it best,
His forces to surrender.
With honour be rewarded,
And be the fate of all our foes
The same as here recorded.