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Echoing Through the Georgian Mist An Olden Tale Is Told Like This:
Amidst the aching tangle of boggy oak
Under creeping limbs of enchanting pine
Across the valley of green
Where the old federal road unwinds
In the eerie calm of the night
The wandering person might descry
Faint whispers of Sir Francis’ ghost.
The “Swamp Fox” he was called, and by this he became known.