Battle of Brandywine

Drum and fife are play,

As we march away.

Many of us knew,

This would be our last day

Maxwell's corps fired

From the bluff down the river

When those shots rang out

Ever man and boy shiver.

The British heard the call to arms,

And quickly ran together,

Nobody cared about their regiment,

It didn't seem to matter.

On Nottingham Road,

Several soldiers hid,

One poor boy not above 15

Was surely just a kid

They fired upon the British,

But a volley beat them back

A hundred soldier were killed,

In camp that night, there was quite a lack

Many men sit by the fire,

They had lost the day,

600 friends had left that day

and would always be away