TO AN UNPATRIOTIC SOUL.
Unpatriotic soul! The die is cast;
Your little game’s found out at last.
While at the war our heroes fight,
You’re scattering forth with all your might,
’Gainst our country and our Queen,
Language full of bitter spleen.
Your ignoble action toward our nation
May bring you yet due compensation;
Were Bruce and Wallace to the fore,
They soon would knock at your mansion door.
