I decided to post this again
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EMPIRE HILL
The battle lost , the remnants fled
Of the once proud host, gallantly led
By flamboyant officers in flashing red
Nursing wounds that profusely bled
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Not long 'ere had bounded up the hill
Hearts pounding, flush'd with the thrill
Of certain victory, no thought that ill
Could befall them, of indomitable will
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Almost at the summit, they heard a shout
"NOW LADS," and then, there flashed out
A wall of flame, from the silent redoubt
And then began the rout
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Of the greatest army the world had known
By ragged farmers in skin and bone
Who rebelled against the British throne
To found a nation of their own
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A haphazard derelict mob, of motley men
With flintlocks so old, some knew not when
they had been made, or even when
had last been used, or would function then.
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They crouched behind their earthen mound
which overnight, had raised from the ground,
And with haggard eyes looked around
Their ears filled with the thunderous sound
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Of the Redshirts charging in full cry
And each thought he'd surely die
And his body rotting there would lie
Food for the vultures circling high.
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For ammunition, they almost had none
No strength had they to try to run
Just one thought, into their minds was drum'd
Hold fire, and the battle is won
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So there they crouched with simple faith
Until it was almost too late
For nearly upon them, crazed with hate
Loomed the enemy, invincible and great
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Then suddenly they heard the awaited shout
"FIRE," and the trusty flints belched out
A sheet of death in a mighty gout
Which toss'd the British right about.
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Like corks floating in a stormy sea
Shattering instantly what used to be
The pride of the Empire's army
But the farmers still crouched wearily.
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Not even knowing they had toll'd
That day on Bunker Hill
The bell, whose chimes rolled
Around the world until
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......THE LOSS OF EMPIRE
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