A spirit of independence
Proud and jealous of their freedom
The principal theater of the war
Great guns bursting and wounded men groaning
The blood be upon your head
We may as well march on and starve
The most tremendous firing I have ever heard
Independence is all I wish
It rained militia from the heavens
Huzzah for King George!
No longer an Englishman
I surmount every difficulty
Shout like hell, and fight like devils
The rawest... most untutored being I ever met
I rely upon your abilities and exertions
Our greatest plague in this country
Men in the right Indian style
A devil of a whippin'
I risque every thing
I am wedded to my sword
You are killing your own men!
This day of blood
They will not... fight like gentlemen
We fight, get beat, and fight again
A more noble ambition
Thunder even at the gates of Charles Town
Peace is not far off
British horse came to Monticello
No place so proper as Yorktown
A solemn stillness
God bless you, gentlemen!
After the war.