John Jackson, once a soldier bold,
      Hath still a martial feeling;
  So, when he sees a foe, behold!
      He charges him—with stealing.

  He cares not how much ground to-day
      He gives for men to doubt him;
  He's used to giving ground, they say,
      Who lately fought with—out him.

  When, for the battle to be won,
      His gallantry was needed,
  They say each time a loaded gun
      Went off—so, likewise, he did.

  And when discharged (for war's a sport
      So hot he had to leave it)
  He made a very loud report,
      But no one did believe it.