Invested with a warrant, my publicans shall go,
The tenth of all their current they surely shall bestow,
If they indulge rebellion, or from my precepts stray,
I’ll send my war battalion to North America.
I’ll rally all my forces by water and by land,
My light dragoons and horses shall go at my command,
I’ll burn both town and city, with smoke becloud the day,
I’ll show no human pity for North America.
Go on, my hearty soldiers, you need not fear of ill—
There’s Hutchinson and Rogers, their functions will fulfill—