In the early morning
On a cold November Day
The Hunters crossed the river
And thought they could
Take our home away

But we stood at the ready
Prepared to block their goal
In fear they turned their boats
And ended stranded on a shoal

A second run
The Hunters made
In hopes we
Would rebel
Against our British overlords
And strike the
Freedom Bell

Alas for them
T’was not to be
We met them once again
And clashed for days
Along the shore
In blood and gore and pain

We blocked them in the
They fought without a hope
And in the end
Their Leaders
Were dangled from a rope.