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Secord in Song: Tanglefoot

Tanglefoot – Secord’s Warning (2004)

In 2004, Joe Grant and Steve Ritchie, members of the popular Canadian folk ensemble Tanglefoot, wrote a memorable original song about Laura Secord which has become the unofficial walking anthem for the Laura Secord Legacy Trail. Songwriter Joe Grant emailed the President of the Friends of Laura Secord, Caroline McCormick, and encouraged her to get people to learn the song. Here’s an enjoyable video tutorial. learn it well, and sing it out heartily as you walk into history, wherever you are!

From the album ‘Music in the Woods’ – Borealis Records

Come all you brave young soldier lads

With your strong and manly bearing

I’ll tell you a tale of a woman bold and her deed of honest daring

Laura Secord was American-born in the state of Massachusets

But she made her home in Canada and proved so faithful to us

There’s American guns and 500 men

So the warning must be given

And Laura Ingersoll Secord was the stalwart heart

Who braved the heat and the flies and the swamp

To warn Colonel Fitzgibbon

There’s soldiers pounding at the door

And they come from across the border

American officers march inside

It’s food and drink they’ve ordered

In comfort they have dined and drunk

Their own success they’ve toasted

But they pay no heed to the woman who hears their plan so idly boasted

Oh, James I’ve overheard it all

A surprise attack they’re making

Fitzgibbon they intend to smash

His men for prisoners taking

And James a warning never you’ll take with your wounded knee and shoulder

I myself must carry it past the sentries and the soldiers

It’s an all-day tramp to the British camp

By way of Shipman’s Corners

There’re snakes and flies and sweat in her eyes

There is no respite for her

She’s lost her shoes in the muck of the bog

Her feet are torn and blistered

But there’s many a soldier lad to be spared if the message be delivered

So all you Yankee soldier lads who dare to cross our border