BURDON'S ADDRESS TO HIS CAVALRY.

Soldiers whom Newcastle's bred, View your Cornel at your head, Who's been call'd out of his bed To serve his Country. Now's the time when British Tars With their Owners are at wars; And they've sent for us—O Mars! Assist the Cavalry! Now, my noble sons of Tyne! Let your valour nobly shine; There at last has come a time To shew your bravery. But, my lads, be not alarm'd! You're to fight with men unarm'd! Who in multitudes have swarm'd— Before us they must flee! Then they cry out, every man, "Cornel, we'll de a' we can!" So away to Shields they ran: O what Cavalry! But they had no call to fight, The Marines had bet them quite; And the Cornel's made a Knight, For the Victory!