With skill they fought;
The British host,
With all their boast,
Soon came to nought!
...
“‘Let traitors hide their heads,
And party quarrels cease;
Our foes are struck with dread,
When we declare for peace.
Firm let us be,
With skill they fought;
The British host,
With all their boast,
Soon came to nought!
...
“‘Let traitors hide their heads,
And party quarrels cease;
Our foes are struck with dread,
When we declare for peace.
Firm let us be,