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| Bertie Twp., 1812 |
I have fought and lost,
enough to know that is the actual way of it
and not just teachin in the Book.
I have tasted blood,
my own and others,
an sometime it was the other feller won,
an sometime it was them I was fightin for,
but I lost
and that is the way for men that go to war.
New Jersey Rangers
scoured our mountain
for Friends
an drug us down in their colours.
Could easy bin Washington's boys.
Course, they'd not offered fealty's reward,
to put us on these open flats
of sand too loose to hold a root
in lakeside blows.
Asa should not have passed over
pullin shoots from shale.
I know,
as my father's fathers knew,
refugees don't get the pick.
All I ask
is be lef to hunt in God's provide,
but I will say this.
I tell you
not for all of Erie's shores
will I cockhammer again
for those redcoat bastards.
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