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UNDAOTTED LONDONDEBET. 249
Where still they confine him, and will not resign him, Till they have given the Tories their bane. ie
Into the town their bombs they did throw,
Being resolved to fire the same, Hoping thereby to lay it all low,
Could they but raise it into a flame. 20
But the polititious Walker,
By an intreague did quail them again, And blasted the glory of French, Teague, and Tory;
By policy, boys, he gave them their bane.
Thundering stones they laid on the wall, 25
Ready against the enemy came, With which they vow'd the Tories to mawl,
Whene'er they dare approach but the same. And another sweet invention,
The which in brief I reckon to name; so
A sharp, bloody slaughter did soon follow after,
Among the proud French, and gave them their bane.
Stubble and straw in parcels they laid,
The which they straightways kindled with speed; By this intreague the French was betrayed, ss
Thinking the town was fired indeed. Then they placed their scaling ladders,
And o'er the walls did scour amain; Yet strait, to their wonder, they were cut in sunder,
Thus Frenchmen and Tories met with their bane. 40
21. The Rev. George Walker, rector of the parish of Donagh-more, the hero of the defence. His statue now stands on a lofty pillar, rising from a bastion which for a long time sustained the heaviest fire of the besiegers.