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THE COW CHACE.
Now some, to prove she was a goddess, Said this enchanting fair
Had late retired from the bodies In all the pomp of war.
The drums and merry fifes had play'd
To honor her retreat; And Cunningham himself convey'd
The lady through the street.
Great Wayne, by soft compassion sway
To no inquiry stoops, But takes the fair afflicted maid
Right into Yan Yan Poop's.
So Roman Anthony, they say,
Disgrac'd the imperial banner,
And for a gypsy lost a day, Like Anthony the tanner.
The hamadryad had but half
Receiv'd address from Wayne,
When drums and colors, cow and calf, Came down the road amain.