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142 TO THE COMMONS.
The folks on t'other side the wave, Have beef as well as you, sirs;
Some chines, and turkeys too, they have, And as they bake they brew, sirs.
What, tho' your cannon raze their towns, And tumble down their houses,
They'll fight like devils '— blood and 'oons, For children and for spouses.
Another truth — nay, 'tis no boast, Nor yet the lie o' th' day, sirs;
The saints on Massachusetts coast, Grain if they run away, sirs.
For further than your bullets fly, A common man may run, sirs,
And wheat will grow beneath the sky, Where cannot reach a gun, sirs.
Then what are ships, and swords, and guns, And men of bloody mind, sirs,
While, Parthian-like, who conquers runs, Who losesj—stays behind, sirs.