He ne'er from the foe sought to fly, to fly,

He ne'er from the foe sought to fly.

And children, who play on the shore, the shore,

And children who play on the shore,

As the war-dance they beat, my name shall repeat,

And the fate of their chieftain deplore, deplore,

And the fate of their chieftain deplore.

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TO THE MISCODEED.[120] ]

Thy petals, tipped with red, declare