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At this, To Arms tumultuously they Cry,
And pour upon the Common Enemy;
The Axis now defends it self in vain;
What Force cou'd such Confed'rate Pow'rs sustain!
Each honours with a Blow his gallant Hand;
The Desk as bravely strove their Rage to stand:
Firmly a while the Hydra kept his Ground,
Till some dire Hero gave a fatal Wound;
Deep was the Cut, he stagger'd with the Blow,
And bow'd beneath his unexpected Foe.
Act Length for Want of his great Master's Aid,
The tott'ring Lump with Odds is Overlaid.

So batter'd by the North, A Ruffian Oak
Succumbs, Unequal to the violent Shock:

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