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NJJ.782.015
10 Apr 1782:31 (165)
To shew that America has not been wholly destitute of
oracular sages in past times, I send you the following
choice words, or prophetical hints of an illiterate
fisherman, who died about thirty years ago at his habitation
a few miles above the mouth of Susquehannah. I discovered
the paper containing them by mere accident in tumbling over
the leaves of an old book at an inn near that place. If you
think the lines worth inserting in your paper, they are at
your service.
When a certain great King whose initial is G,
Shall force stamps upon paper, and folks to drink tea;
When these folks burn his tea, and stampt papers, like
stubble,
You may guess that this King is then coming to trouble.
. . . [19 more lines with a refrain]
O King, my dear King, you shall be very sore,
The Stars and the Lilly shall run you on shore,
And your lion shall growl, but never bite more."
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