Watched the forces, full eight hundred, as they came with colors flying.
BATTLE-GROUND AT CONCORD.
’Twas a goodly sight to see them; but we heeded not its splendor,
For we felt their martial bearing hate within our hearts engender,
Kindling fire within our spirits, though our eyes a moment watered,
As we thought on Moore and Hadley, and their brave companions slaughtered;
And we swore to deadly vengeance for the fallen to devote them,
And our rage grew hotter, hotter, as our well-aimed bullets smote them.
Then, in overpowering numbers, charging bayonet, came their flankers;