"The Daughters of the Revolution" genre: Folk
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	This song was gifted to me by an Appalachian Dulcimer. I picked up one for the very first time and struck the notes that make up the chorus "For we were sixteen unarmed women..." and those words came silmultaneously.The rest of the story followed rapidly and an hour later the first draft was written. Pure inspiration! The instrument in question had been in my friend Cathy Burge's family for some time... so I like to think it's a true story that nobody before me got round to recording for posterity.
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	Lyrics The Daughters Of the Revolution The men marched away with their guns slung over their shoulders, They looked far too few to stop the British in their stride. Some kissed them farewell while some looked on with their babies, Most turned away and took their children back inside. What could we do? The men had made the decisions. What could we say as they marched up out of the glen? No tears stained our eyes, we had too many chores to attend to, For we were sixteen unarmed women and they a platoon of fighting men. No sooner had they gone, than the Redcoats had us surrounded. They said they'd hold us hostage 'til our men gave up the fight. "We'll billet in the church", the captain gave out his orders. But we knew too well where his men planned to spend the night. What could we do? The men had made the decisions. What could we say to keep off these Englishmen? No tears stained our eyes, we had too many plans to attend to, For we were sixteen unarmed women and they a platoon of fighting men. Birtha brought them beer and spilled it over their powder. Mary let the bullocks loose and laughed as they gave chase. Sarah, Ruth and Ann seduced two guns from the soldiers, 'Twas worth a slimy kiss to see the looks upon their face. What could we do? But make our own decisions. What could we say that would aid us in our plight? No tears stained our eyes we had too many traps to attend to, For we were sixteen unarmed women and they a platoon of fighting men. Suitably prepared, Kate went to call on the Captain. What a shock he got when she lifted up her skirts And pulled from beneath his sergeant's duelling pistol, Saying "Order your men into the church and no one will get hurt" What could we do? We'd made our own decisions. What could we say there could be no turning back. No tears stained our eyes we had prisoners now to attend to, For we were sixteen armed women and they a platoon of beaten men. The great wooden latch closed upon the church door. We'll burn it to the ground we said if you try to escape. We each stood guard `'til dawn, when our men returned to the village, Expecting to be heroes who would rescue us from rape. What could they do? We had made the decisions! What could they say of our bravery that day? No tears stained our eyes except for tears of laughter. For we were sixteen fighting women and they a platoon of fighting men

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