Bronx Ballads

Author : Arthur Guiterman
Publisher : Theclassics.Us
ISBN 13 : 9781230283982
Total Pages : 34 pages
Book Rating : 4.2/5 (839 download)

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Download or read book Ballads of Old New York written by Arthur Guiterman and published by Theclassics.Us. This book was released on 2013-09 with total page 34 pages. Available in PDF, EPUB and Kindle. Book excerpt: This historic book may have numerous typos and missing text. Purchasers can usually download a free scanned copy of the original book (without typos) from the publisher. Not indexed. Not illustrated. 1920 edition. Excerpt: ... HAARLEM HEIGHTS TJISTORIANS of the Revolution have generally underestimated the importance of the Battle of Haarlem Heights, the lively encounter between detachments of the King's troops and Washington's forces, September 16, 1776, upon the hills extending south from West One Hundred and Thirtieth Street, now sometimes called the "Acropolis of New York." While this skirmish was in the main an affair of outposts, it was the first fight in which the Americans defeated their opponents in the open field, and the victory, though barren of direct results, was an inspiration to the disheartened soldiers and was hailed by them as an earnest of ultimate success., HAARLEM HEIGHTS Captain Stephen Brown of Knowlton's Connecticut Rangers tells of the affair of September 16, 1776. They've turned! they've fought! Good-by, King George, Despite your hireling band! Our 'prentice lads have borne a brunt; Our farmer boys will stand! Though Peace may lag and Fortune flag, The fight's as good as won; We've made them yield in open field! We've seen the Redcoats run! Our Rangers sallied forth at dawn With Knowlton at their head To rout the British pickets out And 'change a pound o' lead. We gave them eight brisk rounds apiece And, fighting, hurried back For, eighteenscore, the Light-armed Corps Were hot upon our track. Along the vale of Bloomingdale They pressed our scant array; They swarmed the crag and jeered our flag Across the Hollow Way. Their flankers hooted, "Hark, away!" Their buglers, from the wall, In boastful vaunt and bitter taunt Brayed forth the hunting-call. Oh, sound of shame! It woke a flame In every sunburnt face; And every soul was hot as coal To cleanse the foul disgrace; Ay, some that blenched on Brooklyn Heights And fled at Turtle Bay...