With three hundred to fight would be imbecile daring.
But Colonel John Harper, who chafed at the ravage,
The pillage and murder, by Tory and savage,
Urged us on to the combat, and angrily showered
Hot words on our chief as a cold-blooded coward.
We heard all his raving of anger in sadness;
We never resented, but pitied his madness.
John Harper looked round him, and said he scorned favor,
He’d seek for assistance from men who were braver.
He called for his horse, and defied us to stay him,