William McCarty, comp. The American National Song Book. 1842.
Pasquinade: You know there goes a taleY
How Jonas went on board a whale,
Once, for a frolic;
And how the whale
Set sail
And got the cholic;
And, after a great splutter,
Spew’d him up upon the coast,
Just like a woodcock on a toast,
With trail and butter.
How Clinton went on board the Duke
Count Rochambeau to fight;
As he didn’t fail
To set sail
The first fair gale,
For once we thought him right;
But, after a great clutter,
He turn’d back along the coast,
And left the French to make their boast,
And Englishmen to mutter.
Old Knyp,
And Old Clip
Went to the Jersey shore,
The rebel rogues to beat;
But, at Yankee farms,
They took alarms,
At little harms,
And quickly did retreat.
March’d boldly on to Springfield town,
And swore they’d knock the rebels down.
But as their foes
Gave them some blows,
They, like the wind,
Soon changed their mind.
And, in a crack,
Returned back,
From not one third their number.