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Shays' Rebellion was a pivotal moment in US history. As a result we got the Bill of Rights, among other things.
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Genre:
Acoustic - Folk
Songs by artist:
264 songs
Upload date
September 18, 2009
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MP3 9.7 MB
320 kbps bitrate
4:14 minutes
Words/music
David Rovics © bmi all rights reserved 2009
Story behind the song
Shays' Rebellion was a pivotal moment in US history. No sooner were the farmers back home at their farms in Massachusetts after fighting in the Continental Army for the revolution than their landlords (they were tenant farmers) demanded back rent. Many of their friends and comrades dead, their homes and farms being taken from them by the bourgeoisie, these indebted would-be war heroes rebelled, and as a result we got the Bill of Rights, among other things.
Lyrics
I was raised in Massachusetts On the farm where I was born From the time I was a young lad To the fields I was sworn Before our corn could go to market It was stolen from the mill And sent to Mother England From here in the Berkshire hills So when I heard there'd be a rising I put on a uniform Slept barefoot in the mud Beneath the thunder storms In war there is no glory Just friends and comrades killed Shattered lives and broken homes Here in the Berkshire hills Then began the nightmare All over once again The revolution's debtor's prisons Filled with good upstanding men We said to hell with King John Adams Of this farce we'd had our fill And we set our sights on liberty Here in the Berkshire hills Their courts they couldn't function Their judges on the run Each new day we had our farms Was a victory we'd won For years we ruled our land Stood our ground until We made our last stand by Great Barrington Here in the Berkshire hills My name is Daniel Shay And I'm speaking to you now If I fought a revolution Maybe you can tell me how I was born a poor man And I'm a poor man still Bury me beneath the hemlock Here in the Berkshire hills