Gallants attend, and hear a friend
    Trill forth harmonious ditty;
Strange things I'll tell, which late befel
    In Philadelphia city.

'Twas early day, as Poets say,
    Just when the sun was rising;
A soldier stood on a log of wood
    And saw a sight surprising.

As in a maze he stood to gaze, 
   The truth can't be deny'd, Sir;
He spy'd a score of kegs, or more,
    Come floating down the tide, Sir.

"These kegs now hold the rebels bold
    Pack'd up like pickl'd herring,
And they're come down t'attack the town
    In this new way of ferrying."

The soldier flew, the sailor too,
    And scar'd almost to death, Sir,
Wore out their shoes to spread the news,
    And ran 'til out of breath, Sir.

Now up and down throughout the town
    Most frantic scenes were acted;
And some ran here and others there,
    Like men almost distracted.

Some fire cry'd, which some deny'd,
    But said the earth had quaked;
And girls and boys, with hideous noise,
    Ran thro' the streets half naked.

Sir William he, snug as a flea,
    Lay all this time a snoring;
Nor dreamt of harm, as he lay warm
    In bed with Mrs. Loring.

Now in a fright he starts upright,
    Awak'd by such a clatter;
First rubs his eyes, then boldly cries,
    "For God's sake, what's the matter?"

At his bed side he then espy'd
    Sir Erskine at command, Sir;
Upon one foot he had one boot
    And t'other in his hand, Sir.

'The motley crew, in vessels new,
    With Satan for their guide, Sir,
Pack'd up in bags, and wooden kegs,
    Come driving down the tide, Sir.

'Therefore prepare for bloody war,
    These kegs must all be routed,
Or surely we despis'd shall be,
    And British valour doubted."

The royal band now ready stand,
    All rang'd in dread array, Sir,
On every slip, in every ship,
    For to begin the fray, Sir.

The cannons roar from shore to shore,
    The small arms make a rattle;
Since wars began I'm sure no man
    E'er saw so strange a battle.

The fish below swam to and fro,
    Attack'd from ev'ry quarter;
Why sure, thought they, the De'il's to pay
    'Mong folks above the water.

The kegs, 'tis said, tho' strongly made
    Of rebel staves and hoops, Sir,
Could not oppose their pow'rful foes,
    The conqu'ring British troops, Sir.

From morn to night these men of might
    Display'd amazing courage;
And when the sun was fairly down,
    Retir'd to sup their porridge.

One hundred men, with each a pen
    Or more, upon my word, Sir,
It is most true, would be too few
    Their valour to record, Sir.

Such feats did they perform that day
    Against these wicked kegs, Sir,
That years to come, if they get home,
    They'll make their boasts and brag, Sir.