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124 MILITARY SONG.
Let them rove to climes far distant, Situate under Arctic skies,
Call on Hessian troopsa assistant, And the savages to rise.
Boast of wild brigades from Russia, To fix down the galling chain,
Canada and Nova Scotia, Shall disgorge these hordes again.
In New York state rejoin'd by Clinton, Should their standards mock the air,
Many a surgeon shall put lint on Wounds of death received there.
War, fierce war, shall break their forces, Nerves of tory men shall fail,
Seeing Howe with alter'd courses, Bending to the western gale.
Thus from every bay of ocean, Flying back with sails unfurl'd,
Tossed with ever-troubled motion, They shall quit this smiling world.