She was the key, this tidy port,
This
haughty, so-called pirate’s nest
Standing
defiant in her measure
To
lash and seize and hoard her reward.
To
capture this prize and bring her to heal
Could
go far in quelling this newborn unrest
And
teach these upstart scallywags
The
might of their former overlord.
But
Lord Baltimore’s children had different ideas,
Amassing
in fields and thickets and woods
Saying
“Let them come” marching in rank and file.
We’ll
cut them to ribbons and end this for good.
So,
Ross with his army, his pomp and his pride
Embarks
from the point on his fateful ride.
He
speeds to the front in his rakish attire
To
be felled in the flash of sharpshooter fire.
And
when on the field the armies collide
In
a battle that lasted only one day,
The
Redcoats concede to superior force
And
exit the pitch without further delay.
The
ships in the harbor lay waste to McHenry
As
the noble flag continues to waive,
And
a nation grows up by the dawn’s early light
As
the land of the free and the home of the brave.
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