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A Weather-beaten son of Mars,
With long Toledo at his arse,
For many warlike Actions fam'd,
Which never were, nor can be nam'd,
Both Wealth and Honour long had sought
In bloody Fields, yet seldom fought,
Now, weary with the Tuck of Drum,
Came home to storm a widow's Bum,
Laid by his Helmet and his Shield,
To cultivate a barren Field;
With care he shunned Wounds and Scars,
Except it were in holy Wars,
That is to say, in Whig Kirk planting,
Where people's inclination's wanting,
And there he mighty Feats had done,
In company with John Gilon,
His bonus Genius and attendant,
Then Whig, but now he's Independent;
Like Proteus, it is his hap,
Most frequently to change his Shape,
And many Turnings he hath made
In his Religion and his Trade:
This Hero, hearing of the Fray,
Could not in Conscience be away;
Lest that the Project should miscarry,
He thought his Presence necessary,

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The Mob with Courage to inspire,
But was the first who did retire.