Delete comment from: Boston 1775
The Rebs go marching one by one.
Huzzah! Huzzah!
The Whigs go marching one by one.
Huzzah! Huzzah!
The Whigs go marching one by one;
Captain Prescott says, "I have no guns!"
And they all go marching up, to the top
To build themselves a redoubt
Boom, boom, boom, boom!
The Whigs go marching two by two.
Huzzah! Huzzah!
The Whigs go marching two by two.
Huzzah! Huzzah!
The Whigs go marching two by two;
General Putnam stops to enjoy the view
And they all go marching back, up the hill
to cover the retreat
Boom, boom, boom, boom!
The Whigs go marching three by three.
Huzzah! Huzzah!
The Whigs go marching three by three.
Huzzah! Huzzah!
The Whigs go marching three by three;
Captain Knowlton says "Will you look at the sea!?!"
And they all go marching down to the beach
To extend the fortification's reach
Boom, boom, boom, boom!
The Whigs go marching four by four.
Huzzah! Huzzah!
The Whigs go marching four by four.
Huzzah! Huzzah!
The Whigs go marching four by four;
The Regulars begin landing on the shore!
And they all start marching up, the big hill
to swallow them whole.
Boom, boom, boom, boom!
The Brits go marching five by five.
Huzzah! Huzzah!
The Brits go marching five by five.
Huzzah! Huzzah!
The Brits go marching five by five;
Many of them wonder 'Will they return alive'?
And they all keep marching up, the big hill
To swallow them whole
Boom, boom, boom, boom!
The Brits go marching six by six.
Huzzah! Huzzah!
The Brits go marching six by six.
Huzzah! Huzzah!
The Brits go marching six by six;
The little one stops to bang his sticks
And they all keep marching up, the big hill
To swallow them whole.
Boom, boom, boom, boom!
The Brits go marching seven by seven.
Huzzah! Huzzah!
The Brits go marching seven by seven.
Huzzah! Huzzah!
The Brits go marching seven by seven;
"Aim for the waist!" the command is giv'n
"Fire!", a choakey mouthful indeed
Boom, boom, boom, boom!
The Brits go marching eight by eight.
Huzzah! Huzzah!
The Brits go marching eight by eight.
Huzzah! Huzzah!
The Brits go marching eight by eight;
until they reach the fiery gate
And they all go tumbling, down to the ground
To get away from the pain
Boom, boom, boom, boom!
The Brits go marching nine by nine.
Huzzah! Huzzah!
The Brits go marching nine by nine.
Huzzah! Huzzah!
The Brits go marching nine by nine;
General Howe must have his wine
And they all go tumbling, down to the ground
To get away from the pain
Boom, boom, boom, boom!
The Brits go marching ten by ten.
Huzzah! Huzzah!
The Brits go marching ten by ten.
Huzzah! Huzzah!
The Brits go marching ten by ten;
Until they finally make the ascent
and the Whigs go tumbling, down to the ground
To get away from the pain
boom, boom, boom, boom!
I submitted an entry yesterday but I wss logged into my wife's Google account by mistake. I thought I'd submit another entry. This is set to the tune of "THe Ants go Marching"
Jun 27, 2014, 9:00:03 PM
Posted to The Bunker Hill Poetic Challenge