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William McCarty, comp. The American National Song Book. 1842.

Impromptu

On the capture of the Epervier by the Peacock

RARE birds, ’tis said, are seldom best,

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.

The English goose before it dies

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.

Let Johnny Bull the poultry feed,

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.