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This excellent parody is attributed to Oliver Arnold,1 a native of Norwich, Connecticut, and a kinsman of the traitor. He wrote much doggerel during his time, some of which is quite good, and was, at the time, very popular.
BANKS OF THE DEE.
Twas winter, and blue tory noses were freezing, As they march'd o'er the land where they ought not to be; The valiants coniplain'd at the fifers' curs'd wheezing, And wish'd they'd remain'd on the banks of the Dee. Lead on thou paid captain! tramp on thou proud minions! Thy ranks, basest men, shall be strung like ripe onions, For here thou hast found heads with warlike opinions, On the shoulders of nobles who ne'er saw the Dee.