Marching

On Ethan Allen

Hiking through the forest green,

Are merry men so rarely seen.

Their leader wears a laurel crown

Marching his men through dismal towns

And the men, who at one time jeered,

Hear trumpets blaring, and feared

For while they stood, jaws agape,

He strode toward them, with his shining cape,

And to the fleeing Yorkers shame,

He shooed them back to whence they came

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