The folks that rebelled in the year forty-five, We used them so well that we left few alive, But sent them to heaven in swarms from their hive. Your noble resistance we cannot forget, 'Tis nothing but right we should honour you yet; If you are not rewarded, we die in your debt. So, quickly submit and our mercy implore, Be as loyal to George as you once were before, Or I'll slaughter you all--and probably more. What puzzled Sir Harry, Sir Will, and his brother, Perhaps may be done by the son of my mother, With the Sword in one hand and a Branch in the other. My bold predecessors (as fitting their station) At their first coming out, all spoke Proclamation; 'Tis the custom with us, and the way of our nation. Then Kil-al-la-loo!--Shelaly, I say;-- If we cannot all fight, we can all run away-- And further at present I choose not to say. [163] First published in the _Freeman's Journal_, June 5, 1782 and dated May 30, 1782. Carleton was not only empowered to take command of the army in America, but he was also sent as "Commissioner for making peace in North America." He remained in the city until November 25, 1783, when he departed with the army. SCANDANAVIAN WAR SONG[164] _Balderi patris scamna Parata scio in aula: Bibemus Cerevisiam Ex concavis crateribus craniorum. Non gemit vir fortis contra mortem Magnifici in Odini domibus, &c._ _Translation_ Brave deeds atchieved, at death's approach I smile, In Balder's hall I see the table spread, The enlivening ale shall now reward my toil, Quaffed from their sculls, that by my faulchion bled. Heroes no more at death's approach shall groan: In lofty Odin's dome all sighs forbear-- Conscious of bloody deeds, my fearless soul Mounts to great Odin's hall, and revels there. [164] First printed June 19, 1782, in number 16 of the series of papers contributed to the first volume of the _Freeman's Journal_ under the title _The Pilgrim_, and reprinted to some extent in the edition of 1788 under the title _The Philosopher of the Forest_. The essay, which might be entitled "On the Irrationality of War," contained the following passage: "They [the Scandinavians] imagined the chief pleasure of this immortality would be to drink beer out of bowls made of the skulls of the enemies they had slain in battle, according to the number of which every one was to be esteemed and honored in the mansions of another world. Their war songs were particularly horrible to the imagination, and full of those savage notions of valor and romantic heroism that is to this day observable in the North American Indians.... Is it possible that a being illuminated by the rays of that spiritual sun could in his senses write the following lines: they were composed (with a great deal more) by one of the warrior chiefs of the Scandinavians more than 800 years since, a few hours before he expired?" THE PROJECTORS[165]