In the land of the mountain and pine,
Where the forests do whisper and wind,
A legend was born, a tale to be told,
Of the Green Mountain Boys and a leader so bold.
Ethan Allen, he stood at the fore,
A man of great might and much more,
With his band of brothers, resolute, strong,
For the cause of their freedom, they'd fight all day long.
Oh, Green Mountain Boys, ye fearless and free,
The wind in the pines sings the tale of thee,
In the valleys and hills of Vermont you roam,
In the hearts of your people, you've found a home.
When the call to arms rang through the land,
Ethan Allen stood tall, took a stand,
With his Green Mountain Boys, steadfast and true,
They swore to the cause, their devotion they'd prove.
To Fort Ticonderoga, their sights were set,
A daring endeavor, the challenge was met,
In the darkness of night, they traversed the wild,
Each step taken with purpose, no fear could beguile.
The dawn's early light saw the fort in their hands,
A triumph of courage, a victory so grand,
For the Green Mountain Boys, their legacy sealed,
In the annals of history, their valor revealed.
Oh, Green Mountain Boys, ye fearless and free,
The wind in the pines sings the tale of thee,
In the valleys and hills of Vermont you roam,
In the hearts of your people, you've found a home.
In the spirit of freedom, the legend lives on,
The Green Mountain Boys, their tale never gone,
From generation to generation, the story's passed down,
Of the heroes of Vermont, their fame to resound.
So raise up your voices, let the song fill the air,
For the Green Mountain Boys, a tribute most fair,
May their courage and strength, through the ages be known,
In the land of the mountain and pine, their home.
Oh, Green Mountain Boys, ye fearless and free,
The wind in the pines sings the tale of thee,
In the valleys and hills of Vermont you roam,
In the hearts of your people, you've found a home.
By Greg McNeilly
