"A church in which their stores did lay,
They blow'd up ere they ran away,"
after they had bid the people enter in, and many "precious souls at one
sad Blast, into eternity are cast."
"But hard beset by British force
They dare not stay, or they'd do worse;
Some fly to mountains, some to dales,
When all their hellish Courage fails.
* * * * *
Flying I leave them, 'till we hear
The end of this most bloody war.
* * * * *
For which the thankful folk proclaim
Thanksgivings to the Almighty name,
And may we all now join with them,
And to their Thanks join our Amen."
Sold by B. Gray, near the market. Without date; printed in 1744.