03/26/2020
Ode de King’s Mountain
Red streaks in the western sky
So night will soon be on us
Light the beeswax an pour a pint
Wild lads strike up a chorus
The mountain air still thick with smoke
From cannon, musket and shot
Our lads charged up the wooded slopes
We gave them better than we got
Many a Tory in British red
Lays stiff on rocks an ridge
We captured a goodly number
And kicked them in their breeches
We marched them south hard an fast
Cause Cornwallis was on the prowl
Kept out flankers with muskets ready
Breathed easier with every mile
We drummed them out an beat’m down
Some say outside the laws
We’ll pay them back for bloody Ban
And the massacre at Waxhaws
Some of the lads hailed from the north
Others marched up from the south
Most came from over the mountains
To kick the Britishers out
Ole Shelby called out rally lads
Rally here to me
Raise your cups an strike a verse
We’ll push the redcoats to the sea
