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THE REBELS. |
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The arch-rebels, barefooted tatterdemalions, In baseness exceed all other rebellions,
With their hunting-shirts, and rifle-guns. To rend the empire, the most infamous lies, Their mock-patriot Congress, do always devise; Independence, like the first of rebels, they claim, But their plots will be damn'd in the annals of fame,
With their hunting-shirts, and rifle-guns.
Forgetting the mercies of Great Britain's king, AVho saved their forefathers' necks from the string;
With their hunting-shirts, and rifle-guns. They renounce allegiance and take up their arms, Assemble together like hornets in swarms, So dirty their backs, and so wretched their show, That carrion-crow follows wherever they go, ' With their hunting-shirts, and rifle-guns.
With loud peals of laughter, your sides, sirs, would crack, To see General Convict and Colonel Shoe-black,
With their hunting-shirts, and rifle-guns. See cobblers and quacks, rebel priests and the like, Pettifoggers and barbers, with sword and with pike, |
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