The Yankees loaded up their guns, and Grandsir did the same, -
He could n't ram his ball clear down, but then he wa' n't to blame,
For, as it turned out afterwards, your uncle Eben Small Had charged that gun, five years before, with powder and with ball.
On came the redcoats. Prescott says, "Don't fire until you see
Their eyeballs white. Then peg away with all your might," says he.
On came the redcoats. Grandsir saw an officer, whose coat
He thought would fit him, so he raised his gun, prepared to shoot
On came the redcoats, -till at last their eyeballs all looked white,
And Grandsir looked along his gun, and made sure of the sight,
And pulled the trigger. With a crash, and with a cloud of smoke
The air was filled. Your Grandsir's piece the first the peace had broke, -
But when the smoke had cleared, and all the redcoats cleared as well,
The Yankees saw in Grandsir's place the place where Grand-sir fell.
His musket had been filled to full, in going off had bust, In splinters had gone off, and left poor Grandsir in the dust.
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