North American rebels

 

Verse 1

Our drums beat to arms, the thundering cannons roar,
Here's adieu unto old England, for we must leave the shore;
Our Captain has commanded us and we must obey,
To face the proud rebels in the North America.

Verse 2

We marched out of Plymouth on the eleventh day of June,
When the tress were in blossom and the meadows in full bloom;
To see the pretty fair maids to the sea come running down,
To see our Colours flying - to America we are bound.

Verse 3

Then up speaks lovely Nancy, there words she did say -
'You bold hearted captain, come take us all away.'
Our captain answered with a frown - 'You all may stay on shore,
Our ship is over loaded and we cannot carry more.'

Verse 4

By hearing of these words, it brought tears in every eye,
'You faint hearted Captain, you think we're afraid to die.
We value not the broadsword, we'd cut and slash away,
We'd show the rebels sport in the North America.'

Verse 5

So, to conclude my ditty and finish off my song,
America is our delight, we'll take before it's long;
Over lofty hills and valleys and many a seaport town,
And with our great strong army we'll tumble them all down.