Whom I’ve a mind to fight,
Are playing h—l amongst the trees,
That grow on yonder height.
“Their fort and block houses we’ll level,
And deal a horrid slaughter,
We’ll drive the scoundrels to the devil,
And ravish wife and daughter.
“I under cover of the attack,
Whilst you are all at blows,
From English Neighb’rhood and Nyack