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RNYG.775.001
5 Jan 1775:22 (90)
[Letter to Mr. Rivington by Agricola, on the folly,
ingratitude, and violence of deluded patriots, followed by
the following poem]
Tune: Abbot of Canterbury, or Wilke's Wriggle.
I.
On Calvert's plains new faction reigns,
Great Britain--we defy, Sir;
True liberty--lies gag'd in chains,
Tho' freedom is the cry, Sir:
The Congress, and their factious tools,
Most wantonly oppress us,
Hypocrisy triumphant rules,
And sorely does distress us.
II.
The British bands with glory crown'd,
No longer shall withstand us;
Our martial deeds loud fame shall sound,
Since mad Lee--now commands us:
Triumphant soon, a blow he'll strike,
That all the world shall awe, Sir,
And General Gage, sir, Perseus like,
Behind his wheels,--he'll draw, Sir.
. . . [1 more verse of 8 lines]
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