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72. the ballad of Cockey's field. It was on Sunday's holy day, There came a fearful sound; Five thousand hostile, armed men, Were marching on the town. They were as far as Cockeysville; Five thousand in the van, And with ten thousand more behind-- ‘Twas thus the rumor ran. The children cried, the women screamed-- For scream they always will; And did you ever know a fright Enough to keep them still? And good folks in the churches met, Arose and went away, As if, in such a din as this, It was no use to pray. And sober folks, who'd lost their wits, Were running up and down To see if they could buy, or beg, Some arms — beside their own. Until, at last, some wiser head Suggested he would go And see how many men there were, Or if it could be so; And started off in hottest haste: The horse had caught the fire, And flew along the old York road As if he could not tire! And there he found two thousand men, Unarmed, in helpless plight; They did not have a thing to eat-- Had slept out-