Sound of many footsteps,
Thudding on well-packed earth.
Red jackets glint in the sunlight,
Polished boots rise and fall in step.
Traveling by cavalry and on foot,
Firearms gleam in strong arms.
Groups of chained prisoners follow behind,
Generals guard their captives with cruel faces.
British flags wave proudly in the clear sky,
And the Redcoats are prepared.
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