ROuse Heroes, Arm, brave Captains take the Field,
Great George commands, Arm with your Spear, and Shield.
Gird on the glit [...]ing Sword upon your Thigh
Once more New England courage bravely try,
Maintain the Honor you so bravely Won,
Or late, at Louisbourg on Cape Breton,
Where Hero [...] you storm'd, & took the Town,
And gain'd immortal Trophies of Renown.
Now George Commands drive back the Encroaching Foe
That plot in Time your fatal Over-throw,
From Arcada, to the Ohio River,
They Sel [...]e your Lands where Jove is not the Giver,
Laying a Plan that they in Time to come,
O're all these Lands may Sing their Te Deum;
And Cloud your Sun with Popish Superstition,
And make you dread their Bloody Inquisition.
In vain you'l sigh, & make your sad Complaints
Unto these Idol-worshippers of Saints
[Page 8] Better to Die if Heaven sees it Fit,
In Fields of Blood, than ever to Submit:
Go Heroes bold, you've a Commission given
From George our King, & the Great KING of Heaven.
The Blood of Infants Cryeth from the Ground
With Scalped Mothers Scatter'd up & down.
Revenge, Revenge our Blood & righteous Cause
Upon these rogues who break all natures Laws.
In coverts they Watch many Days & Nights
To take a Time to do their Base Exploits,
Scalp a few Children home again they run,
And Swing their Scalps, & Sing their Te Deum▪
They've Murther'd thus in all our North Frontiers,
Fill'd Mothers Hearts with Sighs, and Groans, and Tears,
And thus they've acted more than three Score Years:
Had ever Mortals such a Cursed Foe?
Ask Jove, or Mars, & they will tell you No.
Curs'd be that Arm, & let the Sinnews shrink,
That stay's 'its sword their cursed blood to drink
Drink [...]ratial steel, till you your Thirst [...]ffwage
For they deserve your utmost Marshal-rage:
Drink, Drink I say, till you allay your Thirst
Gun-powder blast them like a Thunder gust
For never was there any Cause more Just.
Since they in blood their chiefest pleasures have,
In blood bold Heroes roul them to their Grave▪
[Page 9] Since they the blood of Innocents have Shed
Let thundring bombs fall blazing on their head
With dire Confusion hurl them to the Dead
In Anna's Reign a Soldier I have been;
But Years forbid that I should go again,
My hands are feeble yet my Heart is True,
With Pray'rs & Wishes it will go with you;
But er'e we part take this Advice from me,
Against good Orders take no Libertie,
Observe good Orders, else your Camp's undone▪
And Mars will Smite his bold rebellious Son;
Observe your Posts, Watch well both Front, and Rear,
And double Foes I think you need not Fear:
Your Leaders brave no doubt a Rule will fix,
Justice and Mercy for to Intermix;
As knowing well that there is one above them
They'l give you Cause both for to Fear and Love them:
Go war-like Souls you've Leaders great & brave
Crown'd with Success, & if you well Behave,
In British Annals then your Names will Shine
To the remotest Periods of Time,
All round the Globe your mighty Fame will run
And over-take the Chariots of the Sun:
Ages to come Historians they will say,
You've Fix't our Rights in North-America.
But whether am I Bor'n? These thot's of arms
Have fill'd my troubl'd Breast with strange Alarms.
[Page 10] Break off my Song my barbarous Muse be still
And [...] Steal down Parnaffus [...]ill.