Charles III and yellow men

Flew t’wards the high town walls.

Sir Amherst roseth his arm to defend

To save and end the falls.

 

His fellow men dropp’d left and right;

He fought just from the start.

But was left with tears and blood red hands

And failure fill’d his heart.

 

Lions hath runneth against blue scrow

But naught had cometh from Naples pride;

Outnumbered and o’er powered by

The gold and red and white.