I was with Patrick Henry when his
famous words were sai;
My heart was sad when Crispus Attuck's
blood ran wildly red.
The troops could feel my presence as
they fought for Bunker Hill
And those who froze at Valley Forge
sure needed strength of wil.l
I shared a horse with Paul Revere on
his now famous ride!
And when I heard of Arnold’s plot,
I helped to stem the tide.
My spirit was elated at the sea
war and its stories;
I felt ashamed at what was done
to Loyalists and Tories
I stood on guard with sentries in
the middle of the night
My force helped spur on John Paul
Jones as he began to fight
The joy and exultation when the war
was finally done
Gave me a pleasant feeling in
the fall of ‘81.
I am the spirit of Freedom.

My character and wisdom helped
the families moving West.
I eased the plight of trappers
as they carried out their quest
My eyes saw stars at midnight; my
ears heard coyotes wail
I shared the food of cowboys
on the lonely cattle trail.
When all the stirring stories
of the West are finally told,
I’d be with all those miners as
they searched for precious gold
I drove a wagon westward with
a sign, “Pike’s Peak or Bust!”
My sympathy extended to the
farmers fighting dust
A thousand Irish muscles in
a thousand Irish backs,
And I helped them lay a thousand
miles of U.P. railroad tracks
I’ve ambled down some dusty streets
with lawmen of renown
Who brought some law and order
to a lawless western town
I am the spirit of Adventure.