A Poem of the American Revolution
by Stephen
Greenleaf
You free Born Americans Stan By your Wrights
and Drive the Damd Islanders all to their Kites
Nor Let them get foothold But Quickly with Stand
with Sulfur & Ball their Piratical Band.
What Cannot Americans Doo when we See
at our head Hancock Washington Putnam & Lee
Those Boogers Came over from Blunder Shire Land
with guns on their Sholders & Swords in their hands
to hold A grand Ball it was their intent
to Plunder & Rifle the whole Continent
But Dansing to Concord they had their Supply
of Balls in their Asses the Yankeys Let fly
the great Ball they had was at faim Bunker Hill
Sent out By their masters the Yankeys to Drill
But Dansing to Long too much out of Breath
The half of three thousand then their caut their Death
What Cannot Americans Doo when we See
at our head Hancock Washington Putnam & Lee
These Boogers Love Dansing & Dansing is their traid
But to Dans with those yankeys they have Sence Bin Afraid
tho 20 to one we meat on the ground
they grant us Room with Submission Profound
What Cannot Americans Doo when we See
at our head Hancock Washington Putnam & Lee
Tis o you old Islanders what think you now
of your Gage or your Clinton your Burgoyne or Howe
those generals Brave have Maid their Retreat
Now more with Americans Darst they to meat
What Cannot Americans Doo when we See
at our head Hancock Washington Putnam & Lee
So now youl Be Dansing youl try it once more
to Dans on the Seas when you fail on the Shore
and Dans their you may til mugford's Brave Band
Shall Grant you the yous of your feet without hand
go home to Poor George & tell him your Plite
and how difficut tis without fingers to fight.
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This is an unsigned original poem which was found in the
collection of Frost family papers at the Brooks Memorial Library, |
This poem cannot be published or used for profit
in any way.
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