King George’s men of long ago,
Marched out from Boston Towne.
They left to get some guns you know,
To keep some people down.
They also had high hopes to snare,
John Hancock and his friend.
By searching for them everywhere,
To make this protest to an end.
They were surprised as they arrived,
In Lexington that day.
For on the green and unforeseen,
Militia blocked their way.
The Redcoats trained their guns on them,
Killing eight good men or so.
Then headed off to Concord Towne,
To seize those guns and go.
That’s where they met the Minutemen,
At Old North Bridge that morn.
And the battle that ensued that day,
Made some wish they’d not been born.
They quickly left old Concord Towne,
The belly of the beast.
Retreating back through Arlington,
and Cambridge way back east.
But every turn found Minutemen,
At corners, rocks and trees.
The Redcoats paid the price that day,
When farmers brought them to their knees.
Commemorate with piety,
What those brave men did beget.
They handed us our liberty,
And this we’ll not forget.