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BTJRG0YNE S PROCLAMATION. |
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They fast and pray: in Providence Profess to place their confidence; And vainly think the Lord of all Regards our squabbles on this ball; Which would appear as droll in Britain As any whim that one could hit on; Men's consciences are set at naught, Nor reason valued at a groat; And they that will not swear and fight, Must sell their all, and say good night.
By such important views there pres't to, I issue this my manifesto. I, the great knight of de la Mancha, Without 'Squire Carleton, my Sancho, Will tear you limb from limb asunder, With cannon, blunderbuss and thunder; And spoil your feathering and your tarring; And cagg you up for pickled herring. In front of troops as spruce as beaux, And ready to lay on their blows, I'll spread destruction far and near; And where I cannot kill, I'll spare, Inviting, by these presents, all, Both young and old, and great and small, |
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