Perrysburg journal. (Perrysburg, Wood Co., O. [Ohio]) 186?-1965, 1902-07-04
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song and there with a shout;
They're here in a flash and there in fame,
And they feer and jeer at King Georges
name.
Che Tories may bluster and fiuster and fret,
But the Liberty Boys will beat them yet;
And the chief of the Boys is Robert Sallette'
Robert sallette-his limbs are long,
And his good right arm 10 uncommonly
strong.
He rides like a centaur, he swims like a fish;
And the Liberty Boys will rise at his wish;
And the Tories have never chance 10
forget
The name and the fame of Robert salette.
There's a gentleman Tory, rich and old;
He has bought up acres and boarded up
gold
For fear of visit from the Liberty Boys.
And he says aloud: "a price Will set
On the head of this traitor, Robert Sallette.
"oh. Governor Wright is mild and kind,
And Justice and mercy are much 10 mis-
mind:
But a harsher voice than his should be
heard
To uphold the cause of King George the
Third,
And TO silence this horrible noise that comes
From Boston way of flies and drums.
Dne hundred guineas the man shall get
Who will bring me the head of Robert Sal
lette!"
The Tory sits in his old oak chair,
With arms and blazonry carven fair;
He sits and quakes, and his very heart
aches,
And not even the ghost Of a noise he makes;
For news came last night that the Boys
would ride:
And he hears the tramp of horse outside,
A jngling stirrup, a ringing tread;
And the soul within him sits cold with
dread.
There falls on the door thunderous knock,
And It Jars his ear like a cannon's shock.
And into the room there strides, before
The trembling darky can close the door,
a stalwart man with n ponderous sack.
A sword at his side and a gun at his back.
He drops the sack with heavy thump,
And it strikes the floor like leaden lump.
And he says, with look so stern and bright
IL seems to pierce like sword of light:
"a hundred guineas l come to get
For 1 bring you the head of Robert SAL
letter.
The Tory starts. and his heart grows sick,
And his eyes grow dim, and his breath
comes quick,
AS he stares OF the thing that bulges round
AT the end of the sack that lies on the
ground.
Nay" quoth the stranger. First, the
gold!
have ridden too fast and ridden too far
And have seen too much of your Liberty
War,
To run a risk at the very end.
SO out with your money, my loyal friend.
And then, 1 promise you, you shall get
A sight of the head of Robert Sallette!'
The gold rings out on. the, table there;
1t lies in heap both broad and fair.
A glittering pyramid rich and rare,
Outshining Egypt's, beyond compare.
The stranger laughs at the splendid sight,
But again his look is stern and bright.
IA bargains a bargain friend" he said.
''You pay right well for n homely head!
Eor'-he swung his hat from his forehead
clear
1.-The head of Robert Sallette is-hereW
There's man who rides. and sings as he
And shakes in his saddle, and claps his
sides.
For glee at hearing the guineas chink
In his pockets so merrily-tink! tink! tink!
lie laughs "Ha! hal" and he laughs "Ho!
ho!"
And he's off to the forest like shaft from
bow.
MY fine old friend, t will be some time yet
ERE 1 part with the head of Robert SAL
lette!
There's Tory gentleman. rich and old.
Who sits and quakes with an icy cold,
His teeth they chatter with fear and rage,
And he says some things unbecoming his
age,
AS he glares at the ground, and at some
thing round
That rolls from sack with humping
sound.
He grumbles and groans and he savagely
tears
In a painful way at his grizzled hairs5
And he cries: "Oh the murderous, traitor
Gus pumpkin!
uustead of his head. he's left me pump
kin!"
Laura E. Richards, in st. Nicholas.