[Poems by Tompson in] Benjamin Tompson : Colonial Bard | ||
The Indians threaten to Dine at Boston on our Election.
THe hungry Dogs, scenting the bay good Cheer,Give out Bravadoes that they will be here.
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Although their Votes and Proxies keep away.
We think they will our Ammunition smell,
Which from our friends beyond Sea us befell.
[Poems by Tompson in] Benjamin Tompson : Colonial Bard | ||