Rat-a-tat-tat
Rat-a-tat-tat
Rat-a-tat
Rat-a-tat
Rat-a-tat-tat
Rat-a-tat-tat
Rat-a-tat-tat
Rat-a-tat
Rat-a-tat
Rat-a-tat-tat
So the English went to war
Defending right where wrong they saw
Brown Bess the muskets that they bore
Redcoats their name
Red coats they wore
The world will never understand
The thinking of an Englishman
Who will always pick the under one
To stand astride, to shield with gun
His legacy
His history wrote
His musket and his bright red coat
His language o’er the world is spoke
Rat-a-tat-tat
Rat-a-tat-tat
Rat-a-tat
Rat-a-tat
Rat-a-tat-tat
Rat-a-tat-tat
Rat-a-tat-tat
Rat-a-tat
Rat-a-tat
Rat-a-tat-tat
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
OK, you put a lot of work on this poem, good job..........