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138 Songs and Ballads
18 But Chamberlain, of Dunstable,
(One whom a savage ne'er shall slay,) Met Paugus by the water side, And shot him dead upon that day.
19 Good heavens! Is this a time for pray'r?
Is this a time to worship God? When Lovewell's men are dying fast, And Paugus' tribe hath felt the rod?
20 The Chaplain's name was Jonathan Frye;
In Andover his father dwelt, And oft with Lovewell's men he'd prayed, Before the mortal wound he felt.
21 A man was he of comely form,
Polished and brave, well learnt and kind; Old Harvard's learned halls he left, Far in the wilds a grave to find.
22 Ah! now his blood red arm he lifts,
His closing lids he tries to raise; And speak once more before he dies, In supplication and in praise.
23 He prays kind heaven to grant success,
Brave Lovewell's men to guide and bless, And when they 've shed their heart blood true, To raise them all to happiness.
24 Come hither, Farwell, said young Frye,
You see that I'm about to die; Now for the love I bear to you, When cold in death my bones shall lie; |
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