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he only hears and sees the war,

a ol spectator purely!

, when the stor the forest rends,

the rob the hed descends,

and ber chirps securely

now, for y friends&039; and brethren&039;s sakes,

and for y dear-lov&039;d nd o&039; cakes,

i pray with holy fire:

lord, send a rough-shod troop o&039; hell

o&039;er a&039; wad stnd buy or sell,

to grd the the ire!