Hacking, slashing, behind, before ’em,
All enrag’d for to devour them:
Th’ horses legs to their bellies was,
Few with life from ’mong them pass.
By this the horse were fairly beat,
And those were left made full retreat;
But oh! such wind and rain arose,
As if all conspir’d for Hawley’s foes.
The southside being fairly won,
They fac’d north, as all had been done,