A Battle! A Battle! (Extended) - 6
Four contain four, three, two and One.
OF human Pride, tho’ it may favour,
Let us exert our own endeavour;
Nor like our Fathers stand like Posts,
And leave all to the Lord of Hosts.
Our Happines for ought we know
May be, durante Placito,
AND he may think he’s done enough
Nor longer will stand by the Stuff;
Therefore for future, be it known,
We’ll not confide in GOD alone,
But shew the World that we inherit
The Arm of Flesh, with Sword and Spirit.
WHEN we begin, we’ll on Pel Mel
And drive the Paxton Dogs to H-1
But, hark! the Horn sounds an Express
From B, from R, from H, and S.
The Paxton Boys are coming down,
To kill us all, and burn the Town.
To Arms, to Arms with one Accord,
The Sword of Quakers and the Lord!
Let no one stand with hands in Pocket
Each Meeting Door—quick, quick unlock it!
