the first battle

The fatal first shot cracked like lightning
It tore a hole that keep spreading
Until we had enough the year 1775 came
We loaded our guns and took aim
Like a roman wall we stood strong

T’was the lobster-backs that fired first
They stung like bees compared to us
We attacked like lions pushing them back
When the cannons fired it sounded like thunder
We held our ground until the last man was down

When the battle was done we chanted and hollered
Until I looked down and I saw my friend
He tried to speak with blood flowing
His face grew white like a phantom
The words last spoken was,“I see her”

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