YES, Silas, 't was at Bunker Hill that Grandsir Peavy fell, And how it was I s'pose you must have often heard me tell.

No? Then 'I'll tell you. Bunker Hill was fought some time ago,

When Grandsir was n't very old, as you most likely know. He lived in Cambridge at the time, and, as he was n't rich, He did odd jobs about the town, for college boys and sich; He brought 'em drink and baccy, and he bought their cast-off clothes,-

They called him Nosey Peavy, for he had a Roman nose. One day a feller came along, and, "How d'e do ?" says he. And Grandsir answered, "Nicely, sir, I'm much obliged to ye."

The feller says, "See here, my friend, I think there 'II be a row,

And if you 'll come along with me I'm pretty sure as how You'll get a chance to pick up clothes without expending cash."

Says Grandsir, "If that's so, my friend, I'm on your side, by dash !"

"You'll have to use a gun, "remarked the feller in reply. Says Grandsir, "I've done that afore." And up he jumped quite spry,

And got his gun, and went along, -the same gun that before Your Great-great-grandsir Orcutt used in the old Injun war.

The morning dawned on Bunker Hill, where all the Yankee boys

Had spent the night in making forts, and hadn't made a noise.

Prescott was there, and Putnam too, and so was Grandsir P., And Grandsir was a spunky man as any of the three. The redcoats, -that's the Englishmen, -observing what was done,

Got awful mad, and vowed that this had gone too far for fun;

They formed in ranks prepared to fight, and, as they came along,

Your Grandsir said they looked to him about a million strong.