The New Hampshire Gazette

From the Boston News-Letter, May 4.

On the present Expedition.

HOUSE. Sons of Earth, to War, to War

Revenge your Country's Wrongs

Let no Excuse you now debar,

To each Man it belongs.

Don't let a vile Banditti Crew,

With Blood Hounds of the Woods,

(Who Night and Day your Blood pursue)

Destroy your Lives and Goods!

The Infants tore from Mother's Breast,

The Hatchet laid in deep!

The Fathers, Sons, and all the rest

Are murder'd whilst asleep!

Religion, Liberty's at Stake;

Your country and your ALL!

Therefore no Hesitation make,

Go forth both Great and Small.

'Tis Time, --high Time, for One and All

With Vengeance to pursue;

Aloud both King and Country call;

Let no Blame lie with you:

Laurels and Honours ready lies

For each brave Man of Merit:

You've got the Prussian Exercise.

Don't want true English Spirit.

When you've embark'd and spread your

May Heav'n you All protect

May gentle Zephyrs (Western Gale)

Cause you to sail dire!

May Neptune still the raging Sea,

And waft you softly o'er!

May Tritons trumpet all the Way

'Til you get safe on Shore.

When landed fix your Standard high,

That all may dread around:

Let no white Rag be seen to fly.

Hereafter on that Ground:

Strike, Strike, Strike home, and let 'em feel

This once true English Courage:

Quick, quick make use of all your Steel

Let there be no Demurrings:

Sweep all clean off like Noah's Flood.

Let not one Soul remain:.

In after Times with English Blood

Their cruel Hands to stain;

But if they dare to stand it out,

And risque a hearty Bombing

You only need send in a Scout,

And tell 'em P--P-L's coming

To French Colours.

Deerfield, April 22. 1758.