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246 THE READINQ SKIRMISH.
They never stood to use many words,
But iq all haste, up to us they flocked, so
In their right hands their flourishing swords,
And their left carbines ready cock'd. We were forced to fly before them,
Thorow the lanes and streets of the town; While they pursued after, and threaten'd a slaughter, «s
By Chreest and St. Patrick, we were run down.
Then being fairly put to the rout,
Hunted and drove before 'um like dogs, Our captain bid us then face about,
But we wisht for our Irish bogs. eo
Having no great mind for fighting,
The Dutch did drive us thorow the town; Our foreheads we crossed, yet still was unhorsed,
By Chreest and St Patrick, we're all run down.
We threw away our swords and carbines, ss
Pistols and cloaks lay strov/d on the lands; Cutting off boots for running, uds-doyns,
One pair of heels was worth two pair of hands. Then we called on sweet St. Coleman,
Hoping he might our victory crown; 70
But Dutchmen pursuing poor Teagues to our ruin,
By Chreest and St. Patrick, we're all run down.
Never was Teagues in so much distress, As the whole world may well understand;
When we came here, we thought to possess is
Worthy estates of houses and land:
69. Edward Coleman, hanged at Tyburn in 1678, for his participation in the Popish Plot.—Croker.