Glee. in the Same

Stand close!—Our Comrade is not come: Ere this, he must be hovering near;— Give him a Signal we are here, By gently tapping on the Drum. Rub, Dub, Dub,

A Comrade's wrong'd: Revenge shall work: Thus, till our project's ripe, we lurk;— And still, to mark that we are here, Yet not alarm the distant ear, With caution, ever and anon, The Drum we gently tap upon. Rub, Dub, Dub.