The men in redcoats came o'er the hill
All dressed up and ready to kill
Their buttons were all agleam and shine
And they came marching –
Marching – marching
'neath the olde green pine
When all of a sudden with a great loud BANG!
A musket ball broke up the proud red gang
A man was struck in the thigh
And men went running –
Running – running
And young men died under the milky blue sky
When at last the reds called “Retreat!”
The Americans cheered at their great feat
Weeping and crying for the dead
The men went searching –
Searching – searching
For friends, but found naught but the image in their head
So ended that bloody day
With blood splattered across the hay
And women crying over men who had been fine
They were weeping –
Weeping – weeping
'neath the olde green pine
All dressed up and ready to kill
Their buttons were all agleam and shine
And they came marching –
Marching – marching
'neath the olde green pine
When all of a sudden with a great loud BANG!
A musket ball broke up the proud red gang
A man was struck in the thigh
And men went running –
Running – running
And young men died under the milky blue sky
When at last the reds called “Retreat!”
The Americans cheered at their great feat
Weeping and crying for the dead
The men went searching –
Searching – searching
For friends, but found naught but the image in their head
So ended that bloody day
With blood splattered across the hay
And women crying over men who had been fine
They were weeping –
Weeping – weeping
'neath the olde green pine
This piece has been published in Teen Ink’s monthly print magazine.
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