Passing up those of Brit supporters and Tories,
She rapped on the doors of those who would trust her,
And shouted, "make haste - to Ludington's to muster!"
And lo! As she galloped, through the dark of the night
A glimmer - and then, a gleam of bright light!
The fires of Danbury, just a few miles away,
Glowed on the horizon like the dawn of the day.
Shiv'ring and mud-covered, her skin cut by thorn bushes,
She deftly evaded one or two ambushes
While riding for hours throughout Duchess County,
Calling to arms the local Patriot army.
By the time she returned home to see dawn's first luster,
Four hundred had answered her shout out to muster!