One of my favourites
Daughters of the Revolution
by Berni Armstrong

The great wooden latch closed upon

The men marched away, their guns slung over their shoulders
They looked far too few to stop the British in their stride
Some kissed them farewell, some looked on with their babies
Most turned away and took their children back inside
But what could we do? The men had made the decision
What could we say as they marched out of the glen
No tears stained our eyes, we had too many chores to attend to
For we were 16 unarmed women and they a platoon of fighting men

No sooner had they gone than the Redcoats had us surrounded
Said they'd hold us hostage 'til our men gave up the fight
'We'll billet in the church', their captain gave out the order
But we knew far too well where his men planned to stay the night.
But what could we do? Their captain had given the order
What could we say to hold off these English men?
No tears stainedvour eyes we had too many plans to attend to,
For we were 16 unarmed women and they a platoon of fighting men

Well, Bertha brought them beer and spilled it over their powder.
Mary let the bullocks loose and laughed as they gave chase
Sara, Ruth and Ann seduced two guns from the soldiers
'Twas worth a slimey kiss to see the look upon their face
But what could we do but make our own decisions?
What could we say that would aid us in our fight?
No tears stained our eyes; we had too many plots to attend to
For we were 16 unarmed women and they a platoon of fighting men

Suitably prepared, Kate went to visit their captain.
What a shock he got when she lifted up her skirt
And pulled from underneath his seargent's dueling pistol
Saying, 'Order your men into the church and no-one will get hurt.'
So what could we do but make our own decisions?
What could we say? There could be no turning back.
No tears stained our eyes, we hd prisonrs now to attend to.
For we were 16 armed women and they a platoon of beaten men.

The great wooden latch closed upon the church door.
'We'll burn it to the ground', we said, 'if you try to escape.'
We stood guard 'til dawn 'til our men came back to the valley
Expecting to be heroes who would rescue us from rape
But what could they do? We had made the decision.
What could they say of our bravery that day?
No tears stained our eyes except for tears of laughter,
For we were 16 fighting women and they a platoon of fighting men