From Mohock and from Hawkubite

From MOHOCK and from HAWKUBITE ,
Good Lord deliver me,
Who wander through the Streets by Night,
Committing Cruelty.

They slash our Sons with bloody Knives,
And on our Daughters fall,
And if they ravish not our Wives,
We have good Luck withal.

Coaches and Chairs they overturn,
Nay Carts most easily,
Therefore from GOG and eke MAGOG ,
Good Lord deliver me.
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