THE MACS - 6
Some prominent in local eyes
None found his way in patriot ranks
Who wore the cowards guise!
English threats of the hangmans noose
For all who challenged the wrongs
In answer to which these gallant lads
Gave wit and stirring songs!
Of our brothers from the Scottish land
Listening to the harangue for awhile
Sean, jaunty and daring as ever afore
Emerged from the crowd with a smile.
Hed made a name which fit him right
For this bloody fight ahead
They looked to him to be in front
To see that the men were led.
Amazingly accurate at many a thing
In the craft to which he had turned
Skill to kill the British foe
He knew first hand or learned!
The pattern set long ago
Aping of a brothers move
Whatever the eldest did with a flair
The other two followed the groove!
Someone needed to record these events
The captains urgent appeal
A literate patriot devoted to truth
A good man filled with zeal!
A natural niche for Matthew
In this struggle that absorbed them all
Colonials stake immeasurably high
At once he answered the call!
The sergeant shrewdly sized them up
Quietly striding to the clerk
Giving their names and ages if young
But not one surrendering his dirk!
THE MACS - 7
Captain up high on a stump
Lightened the moments grave intent
By slapping himself on the rump.
Ill let that bastard Georgio
A raucous, thundering chorus
Sun had settled an hour or so
Darkness evens everything out!
Malcolm picked a frontier spy
Moore, Linn, Harland, and Kenton
Those the best woodsmen in Kentucky
Most likely capture Kaskaskia