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260 THE INVITATION.
But here's for your pay, twelve coppers a day, And never regard what the rebels may say, But throw off your jerkins and labor away.
To raise up the rampart, and pile up the wall, To pull down old houses, and dig the canal,
To build and destroy,
Be this your employ, In the day-time to work at our fortifications, And steal in the night from the rebels your rations.
The king wants your aid,
Not empty parade; Advance to your places, ye men of long faces, Nor ponder too much on your former disgraces, This year, I presume, will quite alter your cases.
Attend at the call of the fifer and drummer,
The French and the rebels are coming next summer,
And the forts we must build
Though tories are killed. Take courage, my jockies, and work for your king, For if you are taken, no doubt you will swing.
If York we can hold,
I'll have you enroll'd;