1775, Repulse of The Welsh Fusiliers
Posted: 04 May 2019, 23:06
They wanted a fight, and by God
we Resolved to give them one.
I Myself determined to die
knee deep in Colonial blood.
We put ashore at Charles Towne Neck
on the Mouth of Mystic River,
four hundred of His Lordship's
best Foot and Light Infantry.
Not a Gentleman among them;
boot blacks, Bar keeps, farmers.
We knewe they'd run soon as
our Drummer beat "To Arms."
All night we watched them dig
the redoubt and Fortify Bunker Hill,
their snipers hid behind hay-cocks.
We answered with six pounders.
At close quarter drills in Boston,
the townspeople pelted us with
corn Cobbes and cow dung,
We under Orderes not to fire.
But fire we did, on the Common
when all manner of Knaves,
Trators, and Scalawags pressed
in on us, the King's own Army.
They called it the Boston Massacre
and soon, all the Colonies were
greatly Inflamed and General Howe
said four dead was hardly enough.
Liberty, liberty, liberty they cried
and we broke up their Newespapers,
Confiscated their Handbills until
they wrote under Aliases, seditious,
and things of a Foul nature against
His Majesty and England herself.
This is what's come of it now.
We rodded our muskets, and
in Good order, advanced upon them.
Our men fell like cord wood, the balls
thickened the air like a Hail.
In the first Volley, they cut us down
like dogs, we falling back,-nay,
shedding field packs and tricorn
hats, belts, cutlasses and uniform,
ran for our lives, only five men
Surviving, the worst rout in
Regimental history. I swear by
the blood at my feet, they Will
never gaine their Independence.
we Resolved to give them one.
I Myself determined to die
knee deep in Colonial blood.
We put ashore at Charles Towne Neck
on the Mouth of Mystic River,
four hundred of His Lordship's
best Foot and Light Infantry.
Not a Gentleman among them;
boot blacks, Bar keeps, farmers.
We knewe they'd run soon as
our Drummer beat "To Arms."
All night we watched them dig
the redoubt and Fortify Bunker Hill,
their snipers hid behind hay-cocks.
We answered with six pounders.
At close quarter drills in Boston,
the townspeople pelted us with
corn Cobbes and cow dung,
We under Orderes not to fire.
But fire we did, on the Common
when all manner of Knaves,
Trators, and Scalawags pressed
in on us, the King's own Army.
They called it the Boston Massacre
and soon, all the Colonies were
greatly Inflamed and General Howe
said four dead was hardly enough.
Liberty, liberty, liberty they cried
and we broke up their Newespapers,
Confiscated their Handbills until
they wrote under Aliases, seditious,
and things of a Foul nature against
His Majesty and England herself.
This is what's come of it now.
We rodded our muskets, and
in Good order, advanced upon them.
Our men fell like cord wood, the balls
thickened the air like a Hail.
In the first Volley, they cut us down
like dogs, we falling back,-nay,
shedding field packs and tricorn
hats, belts, cutlasses and uniform,
ran for our lives, only five men
Surviving, the worst rout in
Regimental history. I swear by
the blood at my feet, they Will
never gaine their Independence.