The Ballad of Old Lieutenant and Captain Lamont
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@sksk sl
The Ballad of Old Lieutenant and Captain Lamont
v4
@sksk sl
Lyrics
[Verse 1]
Dust rose high on the settler's lane,
A cruel wind carried Lamont's name.
His Gunner army, cold as steel,
Rolled in to crush, to take, to seal.
The children whispered, the mothers prayed,
But hope was faint, and skies turned gray.
[Chorus]
But here they came, through the morning haze,
A small band bound by olden ways.
The Old Lieutenant led the fight,
Minutemen marching to make it right.
With hearts of fire and hands of grit,
They swore, "We’ll stand, we won't submit."
[Verse 2]
Lamont stood tall, his laughter cruel,
His shadow stretched like a cutting tool.
He barked commands, his cannons roared,
And settlers trembled behind their doors.
But the Old Lieutenant, calm and sure,
Knew battles are won by the brave and pure.
[Prechorus]
“Hold the line,” his voice rang clear,
“Strength comes from love, not fear.”
[Chorus]
And here they came, through the morning haze,
A small band bound by olden ways.
The Old Lieutenant led the fight,
Minutemen marching to make it right.
With hearts of fire and hands of grit,
They swore, "We’ll stand, we won't submit."
[Bridge]
Through smoke and fire, the Gunners fell,
The settler's cheers a rising bell.
Lamont retreated, his power torn,
The Old Lieutenant's courage sworn.
A flag raised high, the land reclaimed,
A victory earned in freedom's name.
Dust rose high on the settler's lane,
A cruel wind carried Lamont's name.
His Gunner army, cold as steel,
Rolled in to crush, to take, to seal.
The children whispered, the mothers prayed,
But hope was faint, and skies turned gray.
[Chorus]
But here they came, through the morning haze,
A small band bound by olden ways.
The Old Lieutenant led the fight,
Minutemen marching to make it right.
With hearts of fire and hands of grit,
They swore, "We’ll stand, we won't submit."
[Verse 2]
Lamont stood tall, his laughter cruel,
His shadow stretched like a cutting tool.
He barked commands, his cannons roared,
And settlers trembled behind their doors.
But the Old Lieutenant, calm and sure,
Knew battles are won by the brave and pure.
[Prechorus]
“Hold the line,” his voice rang clear,
“Strength comes from love, not fear.”
[Chorus]
And here they came, through the morning haze,
A small band bound by olden ways.
The Old Lieutenant led the fight,
Minutemen marching to make it right.
With hearts of fire and hands of grit,
They swore, "We’ll stand, we won't submit."
[Bridge]
Through smoke and fire, the Gunners fell,
The settler's cheers a rising bell.
Lamont retreated, his power torn,
The Old Lieutenant's courage sworn.
A flag raised high, the land reclaimed,
A victory earned in freedom's name.
Style of Music
country, melodic, heroic; steady acoustic guitar rhythm with deep, resonant fiddle lines. male vocals, with occasional harmonies. the melody should evoke a sense of courage and defiance, building to a triumphant and poignant chorus.
