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FJ.783.009
12 Feb 1783:41 (2/95)
HUGH GAINE'S LIFE, concluded from No. 92.
Asham'd of my conduct, I sneak'd into town,
(Six hours and a quarter the sun had been down)
It was, I remember, a cold frosty night,
And the stars in the firmament glitter'd as bright
As if (to assume a poetical stile)
Old Vulcan had sent them a rub with his file.
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So nicely could handle and torture a text,
When bloated with lies thro' his trumpet he sounded
The damnable sin of resisting a crown'd head)
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They wanted some solider proofs of my love:
And so they oblig'd me each morning to come
And turn in the ranks at the beat of the drum,
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