Which only did prolong the time,
To murder men they thought no crime:
For well they knew it would not do,
With such batt’ries of mud and woo:
Unless they made a cover’d way
Dug in the earth, thro’ sand or clay.
Ten days they wrought with all their pow’r,
And men they lost on’t ev’ry hour,
Night and day there was no rest,
And Blackney always had the best.