It was a dark, quiet night,
April 18th, 1775,
Paul and I jumped on our horses,
And we started to ride.
Other men accompanied us,
We made a bee line through Mass,
All afternoon to warn people,
We were assigned this task.
On the lookout for our two men,
Hancock and Adams, we had a message to send.
Warning everyone of the the regs,
Tired were the horses legs.
Dawes was somewhere, letting people know,
This midnight ride was quite the show.
Tired and sore, we kept our word,
So I flew past houses, fast as a bird.
A tough journey, spent together,
Thank god for the beautiful weather.
When we got to Lexington, I jumped off my horse,
Ready for the fight, we've finished our course.
Dawes showed up and told us of his journey,
Almost had a heart attack, I needed a gurney.
But he reassured us that no one believed.
They thought he was drunk, so they made him leave.
After the stories, I hopped on my pony,
With Prescott, I was not lonely.
Off to Concord we were headed,
Stopped by the British, that's what I dreaded.
They took me, but left Prescott,
He made it to Concord, he was well-taught.
Corcord's men all ready for war,
So my story in comparison is quite the bore.
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