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Sir John Barleycorn's EPITAPH.
And old bold Warriour, lies within this Clay,Who knock'd down Thousand Mortals in a Day
At last he was betray'd by treach'rous Fellows,
In the same Way in which they murd'red Wallace:
What Guns could not perform, was done by Vote,
In killing him they cut the Nation's Throat.
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