3. Death of Warren

Songs of the Revolution – 3. Death of Warren

Lyrics:

When the war cry of liberty rang through the land

To arms sprang our fathers the foe to withstand

On old Bunker Hill their entrenchments they reared

When the army is joined by a young volunteer

Tempt not death cried his friends but he bade them goodbye

Singing oh it is sweet for my country to live

But if live I cannot for my country I’ll die

The tempest of battle now rages and swells

Mid the thunder of canon, the peeling of bells

And a light not of battle illumes yonder spire

Scene of sadness, of woe – is Charleston on fire?

But the young volunteer he did not the sad cry

Singing oh it is sweet for my country to live

But if live I cannot for my country I’ll die

With trumpets and banners the full draweth near

When a party of musketry checks their career

With the dead and the dying the hillside is sown

And the shout through our lines is the day is our own

But not yet shouts the young volunteer do they fly

Singing oh it is sweet for my country to live

But if live I cannot for my country I’ll die

Now our powder is spent and they rally again

Retreat says our chief since unamed we remain

But the young volunteer lingers yet on the field

Reluctant to fly and reluctant to yield

And a shot then rings out and brave Warren gives sigh

Crying oh it is sweet for my country to live

But if live I cannot for my country I’ll die

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