A Pathetic Ballad
BEN BATTLE was a soldier bold,
  And used to war’s alarms;
But a cannon-ball took off his legs,
  So he laid down his arms.

Now as they bore him off the field,
  Said he, “Let others shoot;
For here I leave my second leg...

Poet: Thomas Hood

Young Ben he was a nice young man,
  A carpenter by trade;
And he fell in love with Sally Brown,
  That was a lady’s maid.

But as they fetched a walk one day,
  They met a press-gang crew;
And Sally she did faint away,
  Whilst Ben he was...

Poet: Thomas Hood