Menotomy Menotomy They’re Marching Through Menotomy
The Village ‘tween the stream and rocky hill.
Before this day we may have called ourselves good English men
but afterwards we wonder if  we  will

Percy came late marching through a-whistling “Yankee Doodle”
To pull old Smithies’s chestnuts from the flame
And Jason Russel watched them pass from the doorway of his house
He’d be waiting when they marched back through again

From Concord Bridge to Concord Hill militias lined the roads
The Minute Men were hours at at the job
When Red Coats marched the night before they were soldiers still
But they left Lexiginton a Murd’rous mob

Menotomy Menotomy they’re marching To Menotomy
There’s gunfire coming from the rocky hill
Before this day we may have called ourselves good English men
but from now on we doubt we ever will

Musket fire took its toll from walls and stones and woods
Red Coats fell ‘neath maple, oak ,and birch
They hung the drunks and stole the drink from taverns on the road
they even stole the silver from the church

Menotomy Menotomy They’re Marching Through Menotomy
There’s gunfire coming from the rocky hill
Before this day we may have called ourselves good English men
but from now on we swear we never will

Percy traveled fast and  light and left his shot behind
An officer with eighteen troops respond
But twelve stout men too old to march, but not too old to shoot
made them throw their rifles in the pond

Menototmy Menotomy They’re Marching Through Menotomy
There’s gunfire coming from the rocky hill
Before this day we may have called ourselves good English men
but from now on we swear we never will

Sam Whittemore was 64 when last he fought a war
At fourscore years he stood fast at his gate
He killed three men, was shot and stabbed, they left him there for dead
He’ll live to see the age of ninety eight

Menotomy Menotomy They’re Marching Through Menotomy
There’s gunfire coming from the rocky hill
Before this day he may have called himself an English man
but from now on he swears he never will

Jason Russel Stood At Home With men from near and Far
The Regulars approaching at the march
They flanked the men in Russel’s Field and put them to the sword
And Russel fell defending home and hearth

Menotomy Menotomy They’ve Marched On Through Menotomy
There’s silence now below the rocky hill
Before this day we may have called ourselves good English men
but from now on we swear we never will

Explanation:

In honor of Patriot’s Day, which is a holiday in Massachusetts,  I humbly present these lyrics. I imagine it as a a rabble rousing song that would have been sung during the siege of Boston and during the American Revolution.  It commemorates the fight in present day Arlington, then called Menotomy, during the British Retreat from the Battles at Lexington and Concord.  I’ve tried to fit the most important historical events that happened in the town into the framework of the song.  Menotomy saw the bloodiest fighting of the day, with both sides taking significant losses.

Update:  minor tweak to the first refrain.