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Here Gates^ improvident, was overthro%vn. Fortune chang'fl fides on that eventful day, And from the vidor ftole the prize away : The fickle goddefs loves to fliew her pranks, Ilegardlefs of entreaties, or of thanks i Soon may (lie cbang,e and in a lucky hour Lay low in dud the pride of Eritini power.

Say mufe, vrhen Gates had rr.n his martial race. What chief fu'pply'd that fallen heroe's plnce \ Who was the man, who his name could tell, For much depends on knowing men full well? That tafic was thine, great lVas!:i;tgton\dxQxr\, The chosen hero was the valiant Greene, Fearkfs in danger — dreadful to the foe,. Brave, but nctrafl-;, and void of empty fnow! The hero march'd to fave the fouthern dates, To heal the wounds fudain'd by honed Gates : To win fome laurels from the haughty foe, Or fend them howling to the fiiades below. His brave colleague, the valiant Morgan fought The prize of honour, and with Tarleton fought; The capering warrior deem'd the conqued won, And to the battle with mad fury run; But dop'dfull fhart, wedg'd in the narrow way Of warring heroes, form'd in grim array : Fichens and B'lorganiKie fierce war maintained; Tarleton was routed, and his troops detain'd. Three hmidred Britons felt the ftroke of death, And fell nroniifcuous on the parched heath!

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