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Ch 10:The Colonial Christmas Chapter Ten
The autumn and winter of 1774 passed with mostly uneventful circumstance. Apart from the odd patrol and crowd control problems, we had the regular schedule of any other British regular company. As more and more of them streamed into Boston, however, the colonials began refusing quarters for them. Beyond the city there were open fields meant for livestock, and the redcoats began having to camp out there. Crude huts were built and we gave thanks that we had the Revere's home as the American winter set in.
Sometimes late at night I would wake and hear Mr. Revere's horse galloping away, a few times there was a bit of an uproar in the streets
Excursion around the BayI can dance, I can sing, I can cut a fine figure
With a good silver watch in my fob,
I don't give a single pin, Me Boys, what the world thinks of me.
It's the age of Princesses and Pirate Ships
Pirate's sail and Lost boys fly,
we bury them in the ocean wrapped up in a Union Jack,
the Villains get what the deserve the boy will always get the girl.
It goes like this the fourth the fifth, the minor fall and the major lift
with the stars up above in your eyes,
through shadow to the edge of night.
The sound of me singing with you
I could do worse and you could do better,
I will never be a Marquis or a Lord.
Now it's true I must be going, but I swear I won't be long,
It's too late for you and your white horse to catch me now,
I'm a Rover,
can you Love me anyway?
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