The Battle Of Brentford Lyrics

Rev Hammer The Battle Of Brentford

It was in the early morning sir, Prince Rupert and his
bloody
cavaliers came like a whirlwind,
swirling and screaming out of the mist of the old
river.

They fell upon us sir.

My own regiment the Redcoats of Colonel Holles suffered
the heaviest losses.
We began to fall back to the town of Brentford sir,
and when Brooke's regiment saw our faces and our
losses, well,
they began to retreat also. Ah! who could blame them?

Captain Lilburne, well, he rode after us all, he
grabbed our colours sir,
and bid all those with weak hearts to march back to
London,
but calling on those with the spirits of men and the
gallantry of soldiers
to follow him back to Brentford.

We turned and followed him as a man sir, for five or
six hours
without powder, match or bullet we disputed the town.

We hid in hedges and behind walls, 700 of us fought
many times our number.
Those who weren't shot sir, they just drowned in the
river,
and as I write to you sir, Captain Lilburne, the prize
prisoner,
sits chained as a beast in Oxford Castle.