Disgorge his lie or cut the rascal's throat. Here follow lines 209-252 above, with the following variations: 209, "But Captains"; 213, 214, not in original version; 215, "to make his law obey'd"; 216, "ten thousand Russians to our aid"; 218, "form the ocean shore"; 219, "commands my heart"; 225, "strikes three"; 230, "I've eat no fresh provision, but in dreams"; 231, "to my eyes"; 232, "and chew"; 235, "hold a council"; 236, "some consultation how to filch their sheep"; 237, "Unnumbered cattle"; 238, "sheep an undefended prey"; 239, "fit victims"; 240, "if the Gods would act"; 241, "shall glad your hearts"; 242, "on beef we'll dine"; 247, "the chieftain's eye"; 251, 252, "to dullest slumbers deep, And in his arms embrac'd the powers of sleep." In Boston's southern end there stands a tree Long sacred held to darling Liberty; Its branching arms with verdant leaves were crown'd, Imparting shade and grateful coolness round: To its fam'd trunk, invisible as air, I from the sleepy council did repair. And at its root, fair Freedom's shrine, I paid My warmest vows, and blest the virtuous shade. Now shin'd the gay fac'd sun with morning light. All Nature joy'd exulting at the sight, When swift as wind, to vent their base-born rage, The Tory Williams[b] and the Butcher Gage Rush'd to the tree, a nameless number near, Tories and Negroes following in the rear-- Each, axe in hand, attack'd the honour'd tree, Swearing eternal war with Liberty; Nor ceas'd their strokes, 'till each repeated wound Tumbled its honours headlong to the ground; But e'er it fell, not mindless of its wrong, Aveng'd it took one destin'd head along. A Tory soldier on its topmost limb-- The Genius of the shade look'd stern at him, And mark'd him out that self same hour to dine, Where unsnuff'd lamps burn low at Pluto's shrine, Then tripp'd his feet from off their cautious stand; Pale turn'd the wretch--he spread each helpless hand, But spread in vain, with headlong force he fell, Nor stopp'd descending 'till he stopp'd in Hell.