Born On The 4th
By: Wayne Brown
Thomas Jefferson and four penned the Declaration
On the fourth of July came the birth of this great nation
Founded on life, liberty, and the pursuit of happiness
Dedicated that all men have rights to a freedom’s quest
Congress approved it on the 4th, independence from the King
But the Crown did not approve, our allegiance we must sing
Free we were, and we freed we’d be, was our brave reply
We’ll never bow to the King again, no surrender, do or die!
The King would send his Army to save all Crown possessions
The people’s resolve to stand and fight never any question
Patrick Henry spoke words that made us hold our breath
Stand.! Stand and fight!, ‘Give me liberty or Give me death!’
We asked George Washington to stand up to the Crown
We formed a militia, prepared to fight for our beloved ground
America was a new land, the new home of the brave and free
The King’s Army would try to conquer our new found liberty
Paul Revere rode waving a lantern; his steed steady running
His shout heard for miles ‘British are coming, They’re coming’
Our new found government would protect our precious liberty
Warning of the British coming, one if by land; two if by sea!
Our ragged little militia fought the Redcoats formed in lines
For what we lacked in skill, we made up for in manly spine
The battles, they were long and hard, much blood was shed
The winters were brutal, men were cold, stomachs little fed
The battles raged upon land and sea from ships and litte boats
Our militia held their ground and gave little to those Redcoats
We fought with muskets and bayonets, anything we could tote
We fought with cannons from decks on sailing ships afloat
Amid the exploding of rockets and the bombs bursting in air
We look to the heavens in light of battle for reassurance there
And yes the Flag still stood the battle waving so bravely true
Standing as our symbol of freedom, the Red, White, and Blue
More than 200 years have past as we still celebrate victory
The birth of a nation; the birth of creed; O’ land of the free
Today our hearts will rise again as fireworks mark our past
We’ll salute America, salute our Flag, and pray it ever last
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