Song Of The Minuteman Poem by David Welch

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.