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Tho' shoes are what they seldom wear of late; 'Twould load their nimble feet with too much weight! And for the beef—there needs no puffs about it; In short, they must content themselves without it.
We, to reward you for your care and pains, Will visit soon your crowded stalls and plains; And for your pamper'd cattle write, at large, With bloody bayonets, a full discharge.
We know that we light bobs are tough and hardy, And at a push you'll never find us tardy, We have a stomach both for beef and battle; So, honest whigs, once more, feed well your cattle.
Obey your chief's command, and then, 'tis plain, We cannot want for beef the next campaign ! And if we want for fighting, be it known, The fault, good neighbors, shall be your own ! |
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