March

March, March, Germantown! A Continental Army March [Intro – shouted] Beat the drums and sound the fife, Give King George a miserable life! Shoulder arms and form the line, Tonight the British dine on brine! [Chorus – repeat twice] March, march, Germantown! Push the Redcoats back! Fire your guns and fix your bayonets, And keep them on the track! March, march, Germantown! Let the rebels lead the way! The King can keep his fancy crown, We're taking Germantown today! [Verse 1] From the north came word of fame, The eastern flank was next to claim! "Five brigades!" cried Bart with a grin, "Let's see how many Brits can swim!" The Grenadiers looked smart and grand, With polished buttons, sword in hand. They'd come to teach the rebels fear, But found the Yankees everywhere! [Verse 2] The Militia had a funny test, A single one would do the best! First turn one, next turn two, Who designed this? Who knows who? But lucky Bart rolled it right, The Militia joined the fight! While Alasdair looked the other way, The Yankees marched around his flank that day! [Chorus – repeat twice] March, march, Germantown! Push the Redcoats back! Fire your guns and fix your bayonets, And keep them on the track! March, march, Germantown! Let the rebels lead the way! The King can keep his fancy crown, We're taking Germantown today! [Verse 3] The British formed a splendid line, Their uniforms were looking fine! "Stand your ground!" the officers cried, Then found a river at their side! Back to the bridge, the Redcoats ran, Not quite according to the plan. The Yankees followed, guns held high, "Don't stop for tea! The bridge is nigh!" [Verse 4] The British took their morale test, Their special rules were simply the best! They couldn't fail, they couldn't break, What a wonderful mistake! So first we shot them, nice and neat, Then sent the bayonets to meet. They passed the test – what splendid luck! Then promptly got themselves unstuck! [Bridge – shouted, with drum rolls] Hold that bridge! Don't let them through! There's only one thing left to do! The Yankees found a gap in the line, And crossed the river right on time! "Where are they going?" the Redcoats cried. "To Germantown!" came the reply. "Then stop them!" shouted one in red. "We would, sir – if we weren't all dead!" [Verse 5] The British line began to fall, The Yankees came from one and all. Two guns, ten brigades, a Militia too, There wasn't much the Redcoats could do! The battlefield was quite a sight, Redcoats retreating left and right. One battalion guarded Germantown, The rest had rather let the King down! [Final Chorus – repeat twice, faster and louder] March, march, Germantown! Push the Redcoats back! Fire your guns and fix your bayonets, And keep them on the track! March, march, Germantown! Let the rebels lead the way! Three games won, the Crown's in doubt, And there's just one battalion left to throw out! [Outro – shouted] Three games played, the Yankees cheer! King George's army disappears! Alasdair, Michael, don't despair, There's always another battle there! And Michael, sir, before we go, Perhaps next time roll the dice more slow! HIP, HIP, HOORAY! NO TAXATION WITHOUT... A RETREAT!