For Sinking & for Confounding
Money borrowed heretofore,
When Indians bad in Days of yore,
Like Dastard sons of Swarthy whore,
Proclaim’d a sad Unnatural War;
These things (if wee are right) wee Count,
To Sums so large would sure amount,
As Constable would not be able,
On Poles[[3]] & ’states (O Lamentable)
Of Subjects good of Majesty,