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For all t!iat they have got.
Is by banging of the Pot,
In wrangling who fllould pay their Shot.
Olympiok Games I oft have feen,
And in brave Battles have I been ;
The Cannons there aloud did roar.
My Proffer high was ever more ;
For, nut of a Bravado,
f\ When in a Barricade,
< Bv tolfing of a Hand-Grenadof
Deat|iv«|be^.was very near,
When'it tWk away this Ear 5
But jet, tbSik God, I'm here, I'm here.
Arid at the Siege of Buda^ there,
I was blown up into the Air,
From whence 1 tumbled down again.
And lay awhile among the llain ;
Yet rather than be beat,
I got upon my Feet,
A-nd made the Enemy retreat ;
Myfelf and feven more
We fought Eleven Score,
The Rogues was ne'er fo thrafli'd before.
I have, at leaft a dozen times
Been blown upbythefe roguifh Mines:
Twice through the S ;ull have I been fliot»
That my Brains do boil like any Pot;
Such Dangers have I paft,
At firft and at laflr.
As would make your Worfliipforeag'iafl:;
And there I lay for dead,
Till the Enemy was fled,
And then they carried me home to Bed.
At Pufh of Pike I loft this Eye,
And at Birgam Siege I broke this Thigh i
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