Denies their gnawing entrails nature’s food,
Let them sit down, from friends and country far,
And wish, with tears, they ne’er had come to war.
[[6]]We’ll leave our clubs, dew’d with their country show’rs,
And, if they dare to bring them back to our’s,
Their painted scalps shall be a step to fame,
And grace our own and glorious country’s name.
Or if we warriors spare the yielding foe,
Torments at home the wretch must undergo[[7]].
[5]. As the Indians fight naked, the vanquished are constrained to endure the rigours of the weather in their flight, and live upon roots and fruit, as they throw down their arms to accelerate their flight thro’ the woods.