Just wrote a new verse to my song, Home of the Brave and Land of the Free (all rights reserved Lorcan Otway)... as there are so few serrious songs about Shays Rebellion... see the new second verse.
Cheers all,
Larry

HOME OF THE BRAVE AND LAND OF THE FREE

By Bennington's fields in the steel light of dawn
crouched by a stone wall, where I knew they'd come on
Musket primed for a foe from far over the wave
in the land of the free and the home of the brave

In this fledgling nation, just learning to fly
we rallied to Shays vowing live free or die
George Washington's killers felled thousands like me
our crime being brave, our intent to be free


In tobacco fields my mother's labor pains
brought me to the life of the lash and slave chains
I fled north to Canada from slavery
to the home of brave and the land of the free

See Crazy Horse riding now over the plain
To greasy grass battle, a victory to gain
From Yellow Hair's murders his people to save
the Lakota live free in the home of the brave

In a dark prison cell, I barely can see
Hans Yoder who lies bruised and tortured like me
We Quakers and Amish no Great War will fight
We bravely sought freedom from tyranny's might

With great grandfather's musket I offered the fight
to a coward in a jet plane who struck in the night
My forefathers in these mountains like me
made Afghanistan home to the brave and the free

So now in these days when the banners all wave
ask yourself what is freedom and where are the brave
have courage to stand with the brave and the free
when your nation strays from the path of liberty