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The PRINTER.
CONFOUND the Rebel's all,
May they soon have a fall,
They've not the thing,
For they've undone us quite,
And yet must, in spite
Of all the strength and might,
Of George our King.
May they soon have a fall,
They've not the thing,
For they've undone us quite,
And yet must, in spite
Of all the strength and might,
Of George our King.
Must they successful be,
And in full liberty,
Safely remain?
Yet we have done our best,
For to destroy the rest,
Of those whom we detest,
But all in vain.
And in full liberty,
Safely remain?
Yet we have done our best,
For to destroy the rest,
Of those whom we detest,
But all in vain.
Howe with his legions came,
In hopes of wealth and fame,
What has he done?
All day, at Faro play'd,
All night, with whores he laid,
And with his bottle made,
Excellent [illeg.].
In hopes of wealth and fame,
What has he done?
All day, at Faro play'd,
All night, with whores he laid,
And with his bottle made,
Excellent [illeg.].
Borgoyne with thousands came,
In hopes of wealth and fame,
What has he done?
At Saratoga he,
Had the disgrace to see,
Each soldier manfully,
Lay down his gun.
In hopes of wealth and fame,
What has he done?
At Saratoga he,
Had the disgrace to see,
Each soldier manfully,
Lay down his gun.
What shall we Tories do,
If thus the Rebel crew,
Rise, whilst we fall:
Since they have France and Spain,
To help their cause to gain,
Is not our strife in vain:—
Curse on them all!
If thus the Rebel crew,
Rise, whilst we fall:
Since they have France and Spain,
To help their cause to gain,
Is not our strife in vain:—
Curse on them all!
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