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DESCENT ON MIDDLESEX.
The dread smallpox to some they gave, Nor tried at all their lives to save, But rather sought their desolation, As they denied 'em 'noculation.
To the smallpox there did succeed, A putrid fever, bad indeed ; As they before were weak and spent, Soon from the stage of life they went.
For wood we greatly stood in need, For which we earnestly did plead; But one tenth part of what we wanted Of wood, to us was never granted.
The boiling kettles which we had, Were wanting covers, good or bad; The worst of rum that could be bought, For a great price, to us was brought.
For bread and milk, and sugar, too, We had to pay four times their due; While cash and clothing which were sent Those wretched creatures did prevent.