On Glenriddells Fox Breaking His Chain
among his native rocks,
and to a dirty kennel ed,
how he his liberty regained.
glenriddell! whig without a stain,
a whig in principle and grain,
could'st thou ensve a free-borure,
a native denizen of nature?
how could'st thou, with a heart so good,
(a better ne'er was sluiced with blood!)
nail a poor devil to a tree,
that ne'er did harm to thine or thee?
the stau whig glenriddell was,
quite franti his try's cause;
and oft was reynard's prison passing,
and with his brother-whigs vassing
the rights of men, the powers of
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