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The Blockade of Edinburgh Castle; or, Captain Taylor in Livingston’s Yards
WHERE wholesom Pot-Herbs flourish all around,
And spring luxuriant from the fertile Ground,
Behind a Bush, whose scanty Leaves afford
A slight Defence, whilst loud the Cannons roar’d.
High o’er his Head, and whistling thro’ the Air,
The lethal Bullets fly in dack Despair,
Taylor on the cold Earth extended lay,
And thus himself bemoan’d——O luckless Day
That brought me to my Fate ! On every Side
Immediate Death appears. Where shall I hide
This trembling feeble Carcass Whither fly ?
Was ever Creature half so wretch’d as I ?
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