Ye honest men of every kind,
Attend while I relate
Of six unhappy citizens
The melancholy fate.
Twas when the sons of liberty
Were fignting with their foes,
They drafted men from Tennessee,
The British to oppose.
The farmer left his plough and hoe,
The merchant left his trade,
To serve THREE months in camp; for so
The Act of Congress said.
They marched them over stones and sand,
Through all the burning day;
They marched through water and o'er land,
To far-off Florida.
Twas on the twentieth day of June,
Their three months tour began;
And when the ninety days were done,
Their thoughts all homeward ran.
They thought upon their children small,
Their clearing fair to see;
And they determined, one and all,
To return to Tennessee.
For Captain Streener he had told
the privates of his corps,
There was no law that them could hold
A single minute more.
Then buckled each his knapsack on,
And started home to go;
But scon, alas: they were seized upon
And put in prison low.
They threw them into prison low,
And boldly did proclaim
That they six months should serve, although
For only THREE they came.
Then General Jackson called a court,
These citizens to try.
Three officers of every sort
Determined they should die.
No Jury of their Country sat,
No lawyer for them plead;
But in the camp it was they met
To do this bloody dead.
They tried them for deserters then,
And mutiny withal;
And finding guilty these poor men,
Their tears began to fall.
Then General Jackson issued out
An order from his pen,
That in four days they should be shot-
These six militia men.
The regulars then he did command
These citizens to kill,
And far from home, their wives and land,
Their blood be there did spill.
Now, God protect the United States
And all militia men-
And may it never be our fates,
To hear such things again.
And God forbid, our President
This Jackson e'er should be;
Lest we should to his camp be sent
, And shot for mutiny.
from the Philadelphia Democratic Press in the Kentucky Reporter, June 23, 1827.