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Battle of Bunker Hill #BriFri — 5 Comments

  1. Wow 250 years ago today. I did not remember the particulars of Bunker Hill so I’m glad you reviewed them here. Sounds like the Brits suffered heavy losses to drive off the Americans.

  2. I thought you might like this poem which I came across recently, written by a British sergeant who fought in the battle. Then, as often now, he blames the politicians. I’m glad to say he survived the campaign, and went on to become landlord of a pub, a common occupation for retired sergeants, who were used to controlling drunk and unruly men!

    BUNKER’S HILL John Freeth

    I am a jolly soldier,
    Enlisted years ago,
    To serve my king and country,
    Against the common foe.
    But when across th’ Atlantic
    My orders were to go,
    I grieved to think that English hearts
    Should draw their swords on those
    Who fought and conquered by their side,
    When Frenchmen were their foes.

    In drubbing French and Spaniards
    A soldier takes delight,
    But troops cooped up in Boston,
    Are in so sad a plight,
    That many think their stomachs more
    Inclined to eat than fight,
    And like us would be loth to stir;
    For ev’ry vet’ran knows,
    We fought and conquered side by side,
    When Frenchmen were our foes.

    ‘Twas on the seventeenth of June,
    I can’t forget the day,
    The flower of our army
    For Charles-Town sailed away.
    The town was soon in ashes laid,
    When bombs began to play:
    But oh! the cruel scene to paint,
    It makes my blood run chill;
    Pray heaven grant I never more
    May climb up Bunker’s Hill.

    America to frighten
    The tools of power strove,
    But ministers are cheated,
    Their schemes abortive prove.
    The men they told us would not fight
    Are to the combat drove,
    And to our gallant officers,
    It proved a bitter pill,
    For numbers dropped before they reached
    The top of Bunker’s Hill.

    I should not be amazed to hear
    Wolfe’s ghost had left the shades,
    To check that shameful bloody work,
    Which England’s crown degrades.
    The lads, who scorn to turn their backs
    On Gallia’s best brigades,
    Undaunted stood, but frankly own
    They better had lain still,
    Than such a dear-bought victory gain,
    As that of Bunker’s Hill.

    Did they, who bloody measures crave,
    Our toil and danger share,
    Not one to face the rifle-men
    A second time would dare.
    Ye Britons who your country love,
    Be this your ardent pray’r:
    To Britain and her colonies,
    May peace be soon restored,
    And knaves of high and low degree
    Be destined to the cord!

  3. I like that what Michelle shared! I remember reading Bunker Hill when I wa sin school but I like the perspective you ahve shared. If you get a chance you may like Sons of Liberty, a mini series about how the declaration of Independence was created. It’s a great series.

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