Pete Seeger - Rifle Men of Bennington lyrics

Why come ye hither, 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 wild and free? And soon you'll know the ringing of the rifle from the tree Oh, the rifle, oh, the rifle In our hands will prove no trifle Oh, the rifle, oh, the rifle In our hands will prove no trifle Tell he who stays at home, or cross the briny waters That thither ye must come like bullocks to thе slaughter When you'll meet our Mountain Boys and their lеader Johnny Stark Lads who make but little noise, but who always hit the mark Oh, the rifle, oh, the rifle In our hands will prove no trifle Oh, the rifle, oh, the rifle 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 If we the work must do, why, the sooner 'tis begun If flint and trigger hold but true, the sooner 'twill be done Oh, the rifle, oh, the rifle In our hands will prove no trifle Oh, the rifle, oh, the rifle In our hands will prove no trifle Oh, the rifle, oh, the rifle In our hands will prove no trifle Oh, the rifle, oh, the rifle In our hands will prove no trifle