Song of the Minuteman

I am the minuteman and I’ll lay thyself in a grave, whether from distant lands or if you’re just from down the lane, Stand against freedom and I will treat you all just the same, God help you if you step in my aim I am the minuteman and the weight, it falls upon me, I must do what I can to ensure my family’s safety, my skin is worn and tanned from stepping into the breech, but I will take a stand to stay free. I am the minuteman, I fight to save this land, best not to force my hand, or I’ll lay thyself in a grave. We are the minutemen and we cross frozen rivers at night, to storm sleeping Trenton and put startled Hessians to flight, panic, it does grip them as they leap from bead in a fright, they thought us useless hens who don’t fight… We are the minutemen, and we won’t be put off by freezing, Valley Forge thinned our ranks but there was a fight due come spring, hardship has become a friend, now no Red-coat seems frightening, at Monmouth we showed England quite a thing. I am the minuteman, I fight to save this land, best not to force my hand, or I’ll lay thyself in a grave.