Whereas it safely might be sworn
No penny from our hoard’s been torn—
’Tis duties placed on coal and corn
That we’ve so freely spent!”
Again, ’midst vehement applause,
Did Fowler for a moment pause;
Then, facing round to his brave band,
And fiercely shaking his clenched hand,
He with a sip his voice restored,
And once again defiance poured: