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With wild discordant cry. They yell like fiends, & on the whites Intimidation try. They little know that leader bold; Who fought in many a field With stern commanding voice he crys On every man to yield. They answer with their fighting spears Most cruelly barbed in rows With cooley's, and with clubs they try to disconcert their foes. Now Hooley had that barbed spear, But one inch nearer been; By Heaven above your your wife, & child You never more had seen. Well shot bold Bob! that warrior His earthly course has run; He'll never throw another spear, Nor view the setting sun. Bold trooper Vincent's restive steed Doth rear with all his force He only asks to fight on foot If one will hold his horse Now Ensign Willie's mare doth try, From off the field to bolt She kicks, and rears but still Will lets Them taste his navy colt M$c$ Rae confronts the dusky foe Upon his well trained horse; He fears no spears; alike defies The coyles whirling force. An ugly smile upon his face Most dangerous to see Descended evidently from A Scottish ancestry. His rein hangs loosely on his arm; His rifle grasped tight He sits just like one carved in stone, And cooly takes a sight The leader of the savages The white man's arms defies;