. Abbe-Abbey genealogy, in memory of John Abbe and his descendants. out. The people gathered round amazed; The soldier bared his head and every sentence burned and blazed. As trenchant as a sabre stroke: Tis time to pick the flint sling the knapsack, and away! The green of Lexington is red With British red-coats, brothers blood ! In rightful cause the earliest deadAre always best beloved of God. Mark time ! Now let the march begin ! All bound for Boston fall right in! Then rub-a-dub the drum jarred on,The throbbing roll of battle beat; Fall in, my men! and one by one They r
. Abbe-Abbey genealogy, in memory of John Abbe and his descendants. out. The people gathered round amazed; The soldier bared his head and every sentence burned and blazed. As trenchant as a sabre stroke: Tis time to pick the flint sling the knapsack, and away! The green of Lexington is red With British red-coats, brothers blood ! In rightful cause the earliest deadAre always best beloved of God. Mark time ! Now let the march begin ! All bound for Boston fall right in! Then rub-a-dub the drum jarred on,The throbbing roll of battle beat; Fall in, my men! and one by one They rhymed the tune with heart and feet. And so they made a Sabbath march To glory neath the elm-tree arch. The Continental line unwound Along the Church-yards breathless sod, And holier grew the hallowed groundWhere Virtue slept and Valor trod, Two hundred strong that April day They rallied out and marched away. Brigaded there at Bunker Hill, Their names are writ on Glorys page. The brave old captains Sunday drillHas drummed its way across the age. Benjamin F. Taylor. The Statue of Captain Thomas* Abbey Sherry Edniundson Fry, Sculptor -1/ sSi ^W
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