Lyrics

Don’t Tread on Me
By Glen Hofbauer

Revere said they’d be commin’
We heard the toll bell sound
Then the beat of Red Coat drummers
Colonel said “Stand your ground!”

“Don’t fire unless fired upon!”
Loud for all to hear
“But if they mean to have a war
Then let it begin here!”

Brit’s are comin’ give ‘em hell
All ye Sons of Liberty
Musket ready hear me yell
“Don’t tread on me!”

“Steady boys!”

We mustered eighty at Battle Green
Six-hundred we stared down
One shot rang out then many more
We had eight men on the ground

We reformed up at Concord
More Pats joined the fight
Then we pushed ‘em back to Boston
We had turned the tide

Brit’s are runnin’ give ‘em hell
All ye Sons of Liberty
Musket ready hear me yell
“Don’t tread on me!”

“Give ‘em hell boys!”

Brit’s are runnin’ give ‘em hell
All ye Sons of Liberty
Musket ready hear me yell
“Don’t tread on me!”