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354 DESCENT ON MIDDLES-EX.
They said no quarter they would give, Nor let a cursed rebel live; But would their joints in pieces cut, Then round the deck like turkeys strut.
July, the fourth and twentieth day, We all marched off to Oyster Bay ; To increase our pains and make it worse, They iron'd just six pair of us.
But as they wanted just one pair An iron stirrup lying there, Was taken and on anvil laid, On which they with a hammer paid.
And as they beat it inch by inch, It bruis d their wrists, at which they flinch ; Those wretched caitiffs standing by, Would laugh to hear the sufferers cry.
Although to call them not by name, From Fairfield county many came; And were delighted with the rout, To see the rebels kick'd about.