The English muskets went bim! bim! Kentucky rifles went zim! zim! I said to myself, save your skin! I scampered along the water's edge; When I got back it was daybreak. Mistress flew into a passion; She had me whipped at the "four stakes," Because I didn't stay with master; But the "four stakes" for me is better than A musket shot from an Englishman. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE POTATOES' DANCE by NICHOLAS VACHEL LINDSAY SHE IS FAR FROM THE LAND by THOMAS MOORE I HAVE PRAYED by JOHANNA AMBROSIUS THE PUZZLE by EDMUND CHARLES BLUNDEN FOUR SONGS BY WAY OF CHORUS TO A PLAY: 1. OF JEALOUSY. A DIALOGUE by THOMAS CAREW |