A man. Their barrels empty, with musket-stocks

They fought, and gave death-dealing knocks,

Till Prescott ordered the retreat.

Then Warren fell; and through a leaden sleet

From Bunker Hill and Breed,

Stark, Putnam, Pomeroy, Knowlton, Read,

Led off the remnant of those heroes true,

The foe too weakened to pursue.

The ground they gained; but we

The victory.

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The tidings of that chosen band

Flowed in a wave of power

Over the shaken, anxious land,

To men, to man, a sudden dower.

History took a fresh, higher start

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