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macpherson's rant. |
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Like to a wolf to worried be,
And choaked in the breath. My very heart would surely break,
When this I think upon, Did not my courage singular is
Bid pensive thoughts begone.
No man on earth that draweth breath,
More courage had than I; I dar'd my foes unto their face,
And would not from them fly. 20
This grandeur stout, I did keep out,
Like Hector, manfullie: Then wonder one like me, so stout,
Should hang upon a tree 1
Th' Egyptian band I did command, 25
"With courage more by far, Than ever did a general
His soldiers in the war. Being fear'd by all, both great and small,
I liv'd most joyfullie : O ! curse upon this fate of mine,
To hang upon a tree !
As for my life, I do not care,
If justice would take place, And bring my fellow plunderers ss
Unto this same disgrace. For Peter Brown, that notour loon!
Escap'd and was made free; 0! curse upon this fate of mine,
To hang upon a tree ! *> |
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