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Rattling, roaring, ſwearing, drinking. How could Thought her ſtation keep? Drams and drumming (ſaes to thinking) Dozed Reflection faſt aſleep.

But when ſhipt to toils and dangers, Wi the cauld grund for his bed—- Compaſſed round wi ſaes and ſtrangers, Soon Will's dreams of fancy fled.

Led to battle's blood dyed banners Waving to the widow's moan, Will ſaw Glory's boaſted honours End in life's expiring groan.

Round Valenciennes' ſtrong walled city, Thick owre Dunkirk's fatal plain, Will (though dauntleſs) ſaw wi pity, Britain's valiant ſons lie ſlain.

Fired by freedom's burning fever, Gallia's rack Death's ſlaughtering knell, Frae the Scheldt to Rhine's deep river, Britons fought—but Britons fell.

Fell unaided, though cemented By the faith of friendſhip's laws; Fell unpitied--unlamented! Bluiding in a thankleſs cauſe.

In the thrang of comrades deeing, Fighting foremoſt of them a', Swith! Fates winged ball cam fleeing, And took Willie’s leg in twa.