By way of ornament then please
To set out Bohun Upas trees.
If after all the fiend we find
Is not to emigrate inclined,
But like too many a foreign caitiff
Declares on oath he is a native,
To counteract him, my advice is
To tow us down the polar ices,
And when a field or two is brought us,
’Twill drive him into winter quarters.