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ST. CLAIR'S DEFEAT Twas November the fourth in the year of ninety-one, We had a sore engagement near to Fort Jefferson. Sinclair was our commander, which may remembered be; But we left nine hundred soldiers in that Western Territory. At Bunker’s Hill and in Quebec, where many a hero fell; Likewise out on Long Island, it is I the truth can tell; But such a dreadful carnage, never did I see, As happened all out on the plains, near the River St. Marie. Our militia was attacked, just as the day did break; And soon we were o'erpowered, and forced into retreat. They killed our major Ouldham, and major Briggs likewise; While horrid yells of anguished souls resounded through the skies. Major Butler he was wounded the very second fire; His manly bosom swelled with rage they forced him to retire. Like one distracted he appeared, when thus exclaim-ed he, Ye hounds of hell shall all be slain but what revenged I’ll be. We had not very long been broke, when General Butler fell. He cries me boys I’m wounded, pray take me off this field. My word says he, what shall we do, we’re wounded every man! So charge your valiant heroes and beat them if you can... He leaned his back against a tree, and there resigned his breath; And like a valiant soldier, sunk into the arms of death. When blessed angels did await, his spirit to convey, Into celestial fields, he did quickly bend his way. We charged again and took our ground, which did our hearts elate; But there we did not tarry long, they soon made us retreat. They killed our major Ferguson, which caused his men to cry: Stand to your guns says valiant Ford, we’ll fight until we die! Our cannon balls exhausted, artillery men all slain; Our musketeers and riflemen, their fire they did sustain. Three hours more we fought like men, and they were forced to yield; While three hundred bloody warriors lay stretched across the field. Says colonel Gibson to his men: Me boys be not dismayed! I’m sure that true Virginians were never yet afraid. Ten thousand deaths I’d rather die, than they should gain this field! With that he got a fatal shot, causing him to yield... Says major Clark: Me heroes, we can no longer stand. We shall strive to form in order, and retreat the best we can. The word retreat being passed around, they raised a dreadful cry; Then helter skelter through the woods like wolves and sheep they fly! We left the wounded on the field, O heavens what a shock! And many bones were shattered, and strewn across the rock! With scalping knives and tomahawks, they robbed some of their breath; While raging flames of torment, tortured other men to death... Twas November the fourth in the year of ninety-one; We had a sore engagement near to Fort Jefferson. Sinclair was our commander, which may remembered be; But we left nine hundred soldiers in that Western Territory!
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