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382 A FRAGMENT.
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Cornwallis fought as lang's he dought, And did the buckskins claw, man;
But Clinton's glaive frae rust to save, He hung it to the wa', man.
Then Montague, and Guildford too,
Began to fear a fa', man : And Sackville dour, wha stood the stoure,
The German Chief to thraw, man; For Paddy Burke, like ony Turk,
Nae mercy had at a', man; And Charlie Fox threw by the box,
And lows'd his tinkler jaw, man.
Then Rockingham took up the game,
Till death did on him ca', man; When Shelburne meek held up his cheek,
Conform to gospel law, man; Saint Stephen's boys, wi' jarring noise,
They did his measures thraw, man, For North and Fox united stocks,
And bore him to the wa', man. |
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