Rebel Farmers: A Song of Revolution, by Asher Sisneros
There is George on his rooftop, screaming with glee,
As he taxes us down to our knees;
Rebel farmes united, rebel farmers we stand,
Rebel farmers who fight hand-in-hand.
The British are coming with a marvelous force,
Because we demand a divorce.
Rebel farmers united, rebel farmers we stand,
Rebel farmers who freedom demand.
They’ve oppressed us with taxes, they’ve oppressed us with tea,
They won’t stop until we are free!
Rebel farmers united, rebel farmers we stand,
Rebel farmers who fight hand-in-hand.
Victory’s o’er the horizon, victory’s near in our hand,
When the redcoats will flee from our land.
Rebel farmers united, rebel farmers we stand,
Rebel farmers who freedom demand.
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