Green-Mountain freeman. [volume] (Montpelier, Vt.) 1844-1884, 1877-09-05

COMPOSED BIZ A BRITISH OFFICER, THE DAY AFTER
BATTLE, JUNE II, IT'S

1t was on the seventeenth, by break of day,
The Yankees did surprise us,
With their strong works they had thrown ur,
To burn the town and drive us.
But soon VIC had an order come,
An order te defeat Them;
Like rebels stout, they stood it out,
And thought we meier could beat them.
About the hour Oftweve that day,
An order came for marching,
With three good fints and sixty rounds,
Each man hOp'd to discharge them.
We marched down to the Long Wharf
Where boats were ready waiting;
With expedition we embarked,
Our ships kept cannonading,
And when our boats all filled were,
With officers and soldiers,
With as good troops as England had,
To oppose, who dare control ne.
And when our boats all filed were,
We row'd in line of battle,
Where showers of ball like hail did ny,
Our cannon loud did rattle.
There was Copps' Hill battery near Charleston
Our twenty-fours they played;
And the three frigates in The stream,
That very well behaved.
The Glasgow frigate ceard the shore,
All at the lime oflanding,
With her grape shot and cannon balls,
No Yankees e'er could stand them.
And when we landed on the shore,
We draw'd up all together;
The Yankees they all man'd their works,
And thought we'd ne'er come thither.
But soon they did perceive brave Howe,
Brave Howe, our bold commander;
With grcnadiers, and infantry,
We made them to surrender.
Brave William Howe, on our right wing,
CY'd boys, fight on like thunder;
You soon will see the rebels flee,
With great amaze and wonder.
Now some lay bleeding on the ground,
And some fell fast running,
Der hill and dales and mountains high,
Crying, zouuds brave lIowe's coming.
Brave How is so considerate,
AS to guard against all dangers;
lie allowed each half gill this day,
To rum We were no strangers.
They began to play on our left wing,
Where Pigot, he commanded;
But we returned it back again,
With courage most undaunted.
To our grape shot and muskCt balls,
To which they were but strangers,
They thought to come with sword in hand
Bnt soon they found their danger.
And when the works were got into,
And put them to the flight, sir,
They pepper'd us poor British elves,
And show'd us they could fight, sir
And when their works we got into,
With some hard knocks and danger;
Their works we found both firm and strong,
Too strong for British Rangers.
But as for our Artillery,
They gave all way and run,
For while their ammunition held
They gave us Yankee fun.
But our commander, he got broke,
For his misconduct, sure, sir;
The shot he sent for twelve pound guns,
Were made for twenty y-rOurs. sir.
There's some in Boston, please to say,
AS we the field were taking,
We went to Kill their countrymen,
While they their hay were making.
For such stout wings never saw.
To hang them all ld rather;
By making hay with musket balls,
Lord Howe cursedly did bother.
Bad luck TO him by land and sea,
For he's despls'd by many;
The name OF Bunker Hin he breads,
Where he was nogged most pla ainly.
And now my song is at an end,
And 10 conclude my dltty:
'Tis only Britons ignorant,
That most sincerely pity.
AS for our King and William Howe,
And General Gage, if they're taken,
The Yankees will hang their heads up high
On that fine Hill, calrd Beacon.