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LORD NORTH'S RECANTATION. |
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Alternately swagger and cant; Of freedom so dear, Not a word would he hear,
Nor believe he'd be forc'd to recant.
That freedom he swore, They ne'er should have more,
Their money to give and to grant; Whene'er they address'd, What disdain he express'd,
Not thinking they'd make him recant.
He armies sent o'er
To America's shore, New government there to transplant;
But every campaign
Prov'd his force to be vain, Yet still he refus'd to recant.
But with all their bombast, They were so beat at last,
As to silence his impious rant; Who for want of success, Could at last do no less,
Than draw in his horns, and recant. |
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