I still remember

That fateful night.

When horses labored

Under lantern light.

One if by land,

Two if by sea,

The muskets were manned,

Called to arms by me.

 

George’s men descended on Boston,

So with hast and steed I went out of Charlestown.

My horse’s hooves pounding on path,

The British war drums singing their wrath.

 

With ‘In God we trust;’

Favor of the divine,

Thirteen cried out

‘He’s no King of mine.’

Men of the Minute rushed into the night,

To resist an Empire where might makes right.