But rather among the slain to ly:
He wish’d Providence had aim’d a shot,
That there to fall might been his lot,
Ere he’d flee to foreign power for aid:
No, that he never wou’d, he said:
If he did so, conscience would tell,
’Twas continuing in Rebellion still:
He had seen a letter from the French court,
The British Sovereign to exhort,
In what a manner he should deal