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XXII. VERSES SPOKEN EXTEMPORE BY A SOLDIER THE DAY AFTER HE RECEIVED A FLANNEN WAISTCOAT, THROUGH THE BOUNTY OF THE QUAKERS.
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Intrepid now I march, and fear no Harm.
Beyond a Coat of Mail, a sure Defender;
Proof against Pope, the Devil, and Pretender!
The Highland Plaid of no such Pow'r can boast;
Arm'd thus, I'll plunge the foremost in their Host,
Exert my utmost Art, my utmost Might,
And fight for those whose Creed forbids to fight.
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