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PG-P.779.040
13 Oct 1779:23 (2574)
March last but one, the fifteenth day,
My horse and filley were stole away;
The horse was good the filly pretty,
And ta'en to Philadelphia city.
They by my neighbours there were seen,
The horse join'd with a British team,
The filley rising two years old,
There by a refugee was sold.
The buyer hearing how she came,
He soon return'd her back again;
The thief with her some time did stay,
Then with the British went away.
Her colour bay, with a bald face,
And sprung half from the English race,
Her size more than fourteen hands high,
One hind foot white and one wall eye;
Her other eye some part the same
When she from me away was ta'en;
Head, neck and body neat and clean,
As of her age was to be seen.
She was not shot, rode, dock'd nor brand,
Was very tame, would lick one's hand;
Her age I know is now three year,
No doubt genteely does appear.
The rogue was poor, I knew him well,
Beyond a doubt he did her sell.
But where I cannot yet relate,
Whether in this or Jersey State.
I make no doubt he sold her cheap,
And perhaps an honest man did cheat,
Such I would pity, with all my heart,
And of his loss would bear some part;
But if he does conceal my brute,
I freely will him prosecute,
If ever I can prove the same,
I will expose him to his shame.
If any honest man that know,
The aforesaid filley do me show,
His kindness I shall still regard,
And one hundred pounds give him reward.
By Lancaster road, near the Waggon sign,
Pray ask for me, you may me find;
I did not tell my name beginning,
In Chester county, William Clingan.
The poets great for wit and art
Perhaps may call me silly;
But I can beat that and some more,
Could I but get my filley.
[This page is out of focus. The ad is repeated and clearer
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