A Battle! A Battle! (Extended) - 14
To Butcher us, and burn the Town.
AWAY with all their Tricks and Quirks
Of Records found in County Birks;
‘Tis nought but sham and vile Pretence
To blacken spotless Innocence.
How dare they say we tyrannize?
And are mere Wolves, in Lambs Disguise
Our Conduct sure they do not know,
Or else ’tis base to use us so.
FOR us, we value not a Louse,
A Seat in the Assembly House:
We would have all our: Friends resign,
If their Authority decline.
To this of late some made Pretence
And were thought Men of Consequence.
For why should we be e’er neglected
Who’ve Right t’elect or be elected.
And never was a Place of Profit,
But we bore all the Burden of it.
