13th of April Morning, Boston '75
There was no need for a fraught night before action. Our serjents and officers of every kind ensured us ready to road at some wee' hour. No secret all of Boston resents us since we landed early, the rest of the lads expected here from Belfast na' June says the rumors. By and by we set out light as could be, all speed and haste the charge with no train and only what we could carry. Only us grenadiers and the lights, the hat co'y's sleeping back on Boston Common. Some of the boys from the Xth I marched with were telling bits of stolen arms and powder we're to requisition. All hushed by serjents and corporals, we're to be the colonials surprise.
Seem'd we route stepped all night, not trusting me eyes sworn' I there were lights and whispers through the hollow. Hooves and shouts "they're coming..." is all I could hear through our midnight march. Right, well, by and by finally the sun rose as we arrived at Lexington Green. And I swear I took leave of my senses, but before us stood upward a hundred colonials. Armed the lot, firelocks and accutermonts all. If you could see the hate in their eyes as I saw you'd know too this would not be only dispersal. They weren't drunk or surprised, ne'r... they knew we were coming.
A shot! That crack - a shout, silence for a heartbeat. We waiver. Fire! What we practiced in depot ad nauseum. Several provincials lay still. We push on, lights and grenadiers. Madness it all, havoc. I did what I do best. Prime! Load! Present! Quick March! Nigh on the heels of the 54th boys, we poured our fire on full rebels at this point. Kept to the road we did, wraiths in the mist 'round us they were. I saw their captain, a towering devil, right pointed at me it seemed and hot stuff surrounded.
We ne'er drilled a retreat but we found ourselves in one. E'ry tree and stone had a musket behind it pointing at us. I pray tell providence smiled on me as with the rest of the lads trampled back to Charles Town Boston to retire.
Now were barricading the road leading to Boston, Give the lads arriving next from Belfast to keep their wits about them when they arrive. Boston is soon becoming our own gaol.
Your most humble servant, cap'n.
Grenadier J. Gerber
There was no need for a fraught night before action. Our serjents and officers of every kind ensured us ready to road at some wee' hour. No secret all of Boston resents us since we landed early, the rest of the lads expected here from Belfast na' June says the rumors. By and by we set out light as could be, all speed and haste the charge with no train and only what we could carry. Only us grenadiers and the lights, the hat co'y's sleeping back on Boston Common. Some of the boys from the Xth I marched with were telling bits of stolen arms and powder we're to requisition. All hushed by serjents and corporals, we're to be the colonials surprise.
Seem'd we route stepped all night, not trusting me eyes sworn' I there were lights and whispers through the hollow. Hooves and shouts "they're coming..." is all I could hear through our midnight march. Right, well, by and by finally the sun rose as we arrived at Lexington Green. And I swear I took leave of my senses, but before us stood upward a hundred colonials. Armed the lot, firelocks and accutermonts all. If you could see the hate in their eyes as I saw you'd know too this would not be only dispersal. They weren't drunk or surprised, ne'r... they knew we were coming.
A shot! That crack - a shout, silence for a heartbeat. We waiver. Fire! What we practiced in depot ad nauseum. Several provincials lay still. We push on, lights and grenadiers. Madness it all, havoc. I did what I do best. Prime! Load! Present! Quick March! Nigh on the heels of the 54th boys, we poured our fire on full rebels at this point. Kept to the road we did, wraiths in the mist 'round us they were. I saw their captain, a towering devil, right pointed at me it seemed and hot stuff surrounded.
We ne'er drilled a retreat but we found ourselves in one. E'ry tree and stone had a musket behind it pointing at us. I pray tell providence smiled on me as with the rest of the lads trampled back to Charles Town Boston to retire.
Now were barricading the road leading to Boston, Give the lads arriving next from Belfast to keep their wits about them when they arrive. Boston is soon becoming our own gaol.
Your most humble servant, cap'n.
Grenadier J. Gerber
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