Riflemen of Bennington

Why come ye hither, ye Redcoats? Your mind what madness fills?
In our valleys there is danger and there's danger on our hills
Oh hear ye not the singing of the bugle proud and free?
Soon you'll hear the rifle, ringing from the tree

CHORUS:
For the rifle (clap, clap), the rifle, (clap, clap)
In our hands will prove no trifle
Yes the rifle (clap, clap), the rifle, (clap, clap)
In our hands will prove no trifle

Ye ride a goodly steed, ye may know another master
Ye forward came with speed but you'll learn to back much faster
When you meet our Mountain Boys and their leader Johnny Stark
Men who make but little noise but who always hit their mark

CHORUS

Tell he who stays at home, or 'cross the briny waters
That hither ye must come like bullocks to the slaughter
If we the work must do, then the sooner 'tis begun
If flint and trigger hold but true, the quicker 'twill be done.

CHORUS