Of all our valiant English there were but thirty-four;
And of the rebel Indians there were about fourscore;
And sixteen of our English did safely home return,
The rest were killed and wounded, for which we all must mourn.
Our worthy Captain Lovewell among them there did die;
They killed Lieutenant Robbins, and wounded good young Frye,
Who was our English chaplain; he many Indians slew,
And some of them he scalped when bullets round him flew.
Alas! our brave forefathers have exterminated all the Indians, and their degenerate children no longer dwell in garrisoned houses, nor hear any war-whoop in their path; but rest in disgraceful peace, it may be, while enemies as active are still in the field. It would be well, perchance, if many an English chaplain in these days could exhibit as unquestionable trophies of his valor as did good young Frye.
And braving many dangers, and hardships on the way,
They safe arrived at Dunstable the thirteenth day of May.
Two of the seven who marched from Concord (whence we have sailed) who were wounded, were fourteen days in the wilder-
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