“To ’ttempt down pulling a crown’d head;
“’Bout two thousand is our number,
“What can we do, but raise a rumour,
“Though all be north us could be trusted,
“Yet by the South we will be worsted;
“Without a num’rous aid from France,
“With them we can have little chance.
“A people that’s to Whiggism bound,
“With life and blood will keep their ground;
“And ’mongst them if we broken be,