A Battle! A Battle! (Extended) - 15
We have no Interest of our own,
But strive to make the Sorrows less,
Of Wretches that are in Distress.
WE beg thy Patience, Friend, to hear
And lend us one, if not each Ear.
THERE goes about a cook’t up Story,
In which the wicked ones do glory;
That we, when Paxton Men came down
Convey’d six Indians out of Town;
And for this very Reason, viz:
That they might not discern the Phiz
Of ev’ry individual Savage,
Guilty of Murder or of Ravage.
THUS our good Name they would destroy
By Testimony of a Boy,
Who now is no where to be found,
Either above or under Ground:
And neither of us all can tell,
If he be gone to Heav’n or Hell.
This we affirm, but will not swear,
Before Recorder or the May’r.
