The Boston Massacre

In Boston they threw ice and oyster shells As the British troops marched coldly by. Till soon the streets were ringing with the yells: “Lobster-backs!” the righteous raucous cry. The troops retreated till they could retreat no more, Nine men against one hundred strong, Till suddenly the muskets made their roar, Scattering hot lead amid the throng. Ant though the Boston public howled in outraged hate Someone softly spoke the soldiers’ case: John Adams arguing their very fate Seeking justice in that hostile place, A patriot who helped us spurn the British crown, Rescued six lost British lives, Against the sentiment of his own town… One more reason Adams’ name survives.