In New-York State rejoin'd by Clinton,
Should their standards mock the air,
Many a surgeon shall put lint on
Wounds of death received there.
X.
War, fierce war, shall break their forces,
Nerves of tory men shall fail,
Seeing Howe with alter'd courses,
Bending to the western gale.
XI.
Thus, from every bay of ocean,
Flying back, with sails unfurl'd,
Tost with ever-troubl'd motion,
They shall quit this smiling world.
XII.
Like Satan banished from Heaven,
Never see the smiling shore,
From this land so happy, driven,
Never stain its bosom more.
The End.
Transcriber's Notes:
General: The variable hyphenation of Charles(-)town, hill(-)top, Free(-)men, ten(-)fold, thunder(-)bolts and to(-)day in the original has been preserved in this transcription.