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Britain Rules!
Coats of red, marching side by side
Honor bound, and gentlemen true
Not like savages, run and hide
The colonists aren't like me and you
No respect for their soveriegn king
Protestants and rabble, no drums or horns
Only the stupid songs they sing
In these cold, faraway, frosty morns
Some are dressed in furs and skins
Killing us nightly, sneak-attack raids
Live in the woods with the Indians
Even taking their dusky maids
We will beat these up-start fools
Pound them, drum them, teach them how
They don't have the right war-tools
This the 'Hessians' have avowed
The 'King' and kingdom only want their due
We let them go, pray like they will
They say they won't pay taxes to you
Spirit they got... but that we'll kill
What keeps them going, in the face of might?
How do they do it, in winter's cold?
It may be because they think they're right
That may be why they are so bold
Let me go... please 'Dear Lord'
This war is killing me...
I would leave of my own accord
England is where I long to be
Critiques
Nordic cloud
16 years 8 months ago
Oh boy, you're speaking to me?
Geezer
16 years 8 months ago
Fire away...
Seren
16 years 8 months ago
Dear Gee