What is the news you scatter wide?”
He drew the rein, and told me then
How, with his seventeen hundred men,
St. Leger vexed the land again.
A fiendish crew around him stood—
The Tory base, the Hessian rude,
The painted prowler of the wood—
The savage Brant was in his train,
Before whose hatchet, quick to brain,
Fell patriot blood in scarlet rain—