10. Riflemen of Bennington

Songs of the Revolution – 10. Riflemen of Bennington

Lyrics:

Why come ye hither redcoats, what minds your madness fills      

In our valleys and there is danger and there’s danger in our hills

Oh hear ye not the singing of the bugle wild and free

Oh soon you’ll know the ringing of the rifle from the tree

Oh the rifle, oh the rifle

In our hands will prove no trifle

Ye may ride a goodly steed, ye may know a sterner master

You forward march with speed but ye’ll learn to back much faster

When you meet our mountain boys and their leader Johnny Stark

That they make but little noise and always hit their mark

Oh the rifle, oh the rifle

In our hands will prove no trifle

Have ye no graves at home back across the briny water?

That hither ye must come like bullocks to the slaughter?

But if we the job must do, then the sooner ‘tis begun

If we can only hold but true then the quicker t’will be done

Oh the rifle (clap, clap), oh the rifle

In our hands will prove no trifle

Oh the rifle (clap, clap), oh the rifle

In our hands will prove no trifle

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