Listen my children, and you shall hear, of the midnight tweets of Paul Revere

Dr. Samuel Prescott.

Of course, neither his name nor Dawes rhymes with "hear".

Listen my children and you'll have got
The tale of Dr. Samuel Prescott...

Suldog
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Listen my children, while I pause,
to tell of the ride of William Dawes
I am a wandering, bitter shade,
Never of me was a hero made;
Poets have never sung my praise,
Nobody crowned my brow with bays;
And if you ask me the fatal cause,
I answer only, "My name was Dawes"

'Tis all very well for the children to hear
Of the midnight ride of Paul Revere;
But why should my name be quite forgot,
Who rode as boldly and well, God wot?
Why should I ask? The reason is clear --
My name was Dawes and his Revere.

When the lights from the old North Church flashed out,
Paul Revere was waiting about,
But I was already on my way.
The shadows of night fell cold and gray
As I rode, with never a break or a pause;
But what was the use, when my name was Dawes!

History rings with his silvery name;
Closed to me are the portals of fame.
Had he been Dawes and I Revere,
No one had heard of him, I fear.
No one has heard of me because
He was Revere and I was Dawes.
by Helen F. Moore, published in the Century Magazine in 1896.

Already txt'd @JAdams & @BigSig abt British. No need to bust my ass riding a horse all night and risk getting caught! #winning