Chorus:
E A E B
Make it one! For Washington and all his gallant men,
E B
One for the girl that once was mine;
E A E B
Make it one! For the darling boy I'll never see again,
E A E A B E
And don't forget the Blacksmith of Brandywine!
Verse 1:
E A E B
Our steed broke down in Brandywine, it was a sight to see:
E A B E
A giant man with a hammer in his hand beneath the old oak tree,
E A E B
And all around him on the ground, in fatal disarray,
E A B E
A score of men who'll never fight again, nor travel on the King's highway.
E A E B
We dug his grave, and covered him o'er, and sadly wept a tear,
E A B E
And passed the day a-ridin' on our way till we met with a musketeer.
E A E B
From him we learned the story of a brave and angry man,
E A B E
Who undertook the British enemy with a hammer in his hand.
Chorus:
E A E B
Make it one! For Washington and all his gallant men,
E B
One for the girl that once was mine;
E A E B
Make it one! For the darling boy I'll never see again,
E A E A B E
And don't forget the Blacksmith of Brandywine!
Verse 2:
E A E B
There lived a man in Chestertown away from the cannon's roar.
E A B E
Of manner mild, his woman and child, no man could ever love more;
E A E B
But the Tories spoke a plot one day to waylay Washington,
E A B E
He left his home and family alone, to the general he did run.
E A E B
His errand done, he journeyed home but sorrow there he found.
E A B E
By British gun his wife and son lay still on the cold hard ground.
E A E B
The blacksmith reached for his heavy sledge and he gave a practice swing,
E A B E
They say on the line at Brandywine, you could hear his hammer sing.
Chorus:
E A E B
Make it one! For Washington and all his gallant men,
E B
One for the girl that once was mine;
E A E B
Make it one! For the darling boy I'll never see again,
E A E A B E
And don't forget the Blacksmith of Brandywine!