A Battle! A Battle! (Extended) - 4
Battle, A BATTLE, &c.
IN Days of Yore, our Annals say.
The Saints would sit at home and pray,
But not vouchsafe to stir an Inch
Or lend Assistance at a Pinch;
Tho’ for their King’s and Country’s good;
Stiff to their Text the Quakers stood.
FOR Feuds and Quarrels they abhor ’em.
The LORD will fight their Battles for ’em.
In this of late they were so stanch
As not to move against the French.
The few that did they roughly handle,
And curse with Bell, with Book and Candle.
THEY read ’em out, and rank’d ‘em in
a Class they call’d the Men of Sin.
But now the Case is alter’d quite,
And what was wrong, is chang’d to Right.
These very Drones, these sluggish Cattle,
Prepare their Guns and Swords for Battle.
