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IL.781.082
24 Dec 1781:32 (4/188)
. . . [4 line introduction, signed] Tacitus.
Come all Continentals, who Washington love,
The price of Columbia, the fav'rite of Jove,
And join me in chorus, with hearts full of cheer,
While I shew you at York town, the face of the Peer,
Who for six weeks confin'd in a cave under ground,
Like a fox in his hole, was by Washington found.
. . . [1 verse]
Deceived by Sir Harry, and full of despair,
You dos'd and you tippled, to drive away care;
Till fully confounded, and foes all around,
Your butchers were forced, their weapons to ground,
And dance Yankey doodle, in front of our line,
Where virtue and freedom, and discipline shine.
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