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on the arry pot their view,

full on the base urpg crew,

the tools of faction, and the nation&039;s curse!

hark how the cry grows on the d;

they leave the ggg gale behd,

their sava fury, pitiless, they pour;

with urderg eyes already they devour;

see brunswick spent, a wretched prey,

his life one poor despairg day,

where each avengg hour still hers a worse!

such havock, howlg all abroad,

their utter ru brg,

the base &039;tates to their god,

or rebels to their kg