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NYG(B.730.009
30 Nov-7 Dec 1730:22 (267)
Presumptuous traytor, we can make't appear,
It was not treasons made our fathers fear,
Nor H-l---rs made them fly for safety here,
But it was cruel papist, cursed parts,
That made them venture into wild desarts,
To avoid their malice and blood-thirsty hearts.
And having crost the wide Atlantick Sea,
And purchas'd dear a perfect liberty,
We'll keep it still, and what is that to thee?
Know this, vile traytor, we have cause to sing,
Our dear-bought liberty's a precious thing,
Under the influence of a gracious King.
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(Poem written to Mr. William Bradford by a Boston man by
birth, in response to the poem in issue No. 262)
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