But I struggled the harder undismayed.
I had sunk before his deadly blow,
When suddenly o’er me fell my foe—
A friendly ball had laid him low.
The Mohawks wavered—Brant in vain
Would bring them to the charge again,
For the chiefest of their braves were slain.
We heard a firing far away
In the distance where Fort Schuyler lay—
’Twas Willett with Johnson making play.