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3. Encouraging his followers With yelps & shouts, & cries. His left hand grasps a painted shield, His right his spears, & rest To strike the horses of the foe; He bids them do their best But suddenly his shield is dropped His spears are scattered round, With loud despairing cry of rage He drops upon the ground A bullet from M$c$ Rae's good piece Has gone right through his brain. He never more will use that shield, Nor throw those spears again Hurrah! cries Thatcher with delight That shot was worth a crown; Another warrior bites the dust The boldest of them down. Their leader gone, & falling fast For mercy then, they pray, And send their prettiest women out To plead with bold M$c$ Rae That flinty hearted champion The damsels proudly eye; He heeds not their entreating looks, Nor cares about their sighs. "Send out the old men, and the boys; We only fight with men. Throw down your arms, unship your spears We'll talk of quarter then". They send out boys, & aged men, The nuncaberrys stay And fight like wolves, or tigers till They're vanquished by M$c$ Rae. And there they lay upon the plain A ghastly sight to view Their life blood stains the clayey soil Of beauteous Minderoo.