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320 JOHN PAULDING.
When the news it came to Arnold,
It put him in a fret; He walk'd the room in trouble,
Till tears his cheek did wet; The story soon went through the camp,
And also through the fort; And he called for the Vulture
And sailed for New York.
Now Arnold to New York is gone,
A-fighting for his king, And left poor Major Andre
On the gallows for to swing; When he was executed,
He looked both meek and mild; He look'd upon the people,
And pleasantly he smiFd.
It mov'd each eye with pity, Caus'd every heart to bleed,
And every one wish'd him releas'd And Arnold in his stead.