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Show We sing of Minute Men on Concord roads And leave unsung the horse's laboring heart And thundering hooves on paths to Lexington, The leap of farmer's fence, uneven turf, The cruel bit before a patriot's door, The sudden crack of rifles in his ear, Which sends him rearing, plunging in his fear. We speak in hallowed tones of delegates Who rode through fire and flood, unruly dark In time to sign the document, neglect The steeds with trembling limbs who bore them hence Through flailing branches, stones, and tripping vines, The blood-flaked nostrils, tender, shoe-cast feet, The spur which gored their sides to make them fleet. We boast of cavalry, the beasts that pulled The burdens of the war, who dragged the guns Up Bemis Heights, palmetto logs to shores, Ticonderoga's cannon through the mud, Forget the urgency of souls aflame, The whips that flayed their mounts through lurid night, The screams of mangled death in cannon fight. |