Lyrics & Music by: Bob Dorough

Performed by: Bob Dorough





"The British are coming! The British are coming!"





Now, the ride of Paul Revere

Set the nation on its ear,

And the shot at Lexington heard 'round the

world,



When the British fired in the early dawn

The War of Independence had begun,

The die was cast, the rebel flag unfurled.



And on to Concord marched the foe

To seize the arsenal there you know,

Waking folks and searching all around

Till our militia stopped them in their tracks,

At the old North Bridge we turned them back

And chased those redcoats back to Boston town.



And the shot heard 'round the world

Was the start of the Revolution.

The Minute Men were ready, on the move.

Take your powder, and take your gun.

Report to General Washington.

Hurry men, there's not an hour to lose!



Now, at famous Bunker Hill,

Even though we lost, it was quite a thrill,

The rebel Colonel Prescott proved he was wise;

Outnumbered and low on ammunition

As the British stormed his position

He said, "Hold your fire till you see the whites of

their eyes!"



Though the next few years were rough,

General Washington's men proved they were

tough,

Those hungry, ragged boys would not be beat.

One night they crossed the Delaware,

Surprised the Hessians in their lair,

And at Valley Forge they just bundled up their

feet!



Now the shot heard 'round the world

Was the start of the Revolution.

The Minute Men were ready, on the move.

Take your blanket, and take your son.

Report to General Washington.

We've got our rights and now it's time to prove.



Well, they showed such determination

That they won the admiration

Of countries across the sea like France and Spain,



Who loaned the colonies ships and guns





And put the British on the run

And the Continental Army on its feet again.



And though they lost some battles too,

The Americans swore they'd see it through,

Their raiding parties kept up, hit and run.

At Yorktown the British could not retreat,

Bottled up by Washington and the French Fleet,

Cornwallis surrendered and finally we had won!



>From the shot heard 'round the world

To the end of the Revolution

The continental rabble took the day

And the father of our country

Beat the British there at Yorktown

And brought freedom to you and me and the

U.S.A.!



God Bless America, Let Freedom Ring