The Riflemen Of Bennington

Words and Music by :  Trad - John Allison
Arranged and adapted by:
Publisher:  

Recorded by:
DeCormier Singers - RS884SD 

Lyrics:

Why come ye hither, Redcoats, 
Your minds what madness fills? 
In our valleys there is danger, 
And there's danger in our hills. 
Oh hear ye not the ringing 
Of the bugle wild and free? 
Full soon you'll hear the singing 
Of the rifle from the tree. 

For the rifle, for the rifle. 
In our hands will prove no trifle. 


Ye ride a goodly steed, 
Ye may serve a foreign master; 
Ye forward come with speed, 
But ye'll learn to back much faster, 
When ye meet our mountain boys 
And their leader, Johnny Stark, 
Lads who make but little noise, 
Lads who always hit the mark! 

For the rifle, for the rifle. 
In our hands will prove no trifle. 


Have ye no graves at home 
Across the briny water, 
That hither ye must come 
Like bullocks to the slaughter? 
If we the work must do, 
Why the sooner 'tis begun, 
If flint and trigger hold but true, 
The quicker 'twill be done! 

For the rifle, for the rifle. 
In our hands will prove no trifle.