[50sDad]

"Listen my children, with attentive pause
  To the midnight ride of William Dawes."

[Paine in the Neck]

Good start. Do you have more?

[MrEdd]

The Midnight 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.

1896, Helen F. Moore.

[MIchaelTArchangel]

John Kerry has followed in the footsteps of Paul Revere. Both set out on noble missions. Paul Revere stopped at taverns along the way and was so drunk he fell off his horse at a tavern in Lexington and was captured by the British. He immediately betrayed the mission.

You all likely know the story of John Kerry's betrayal.

What many of you man not know is that William Dawes and other riders faithfully executed their duties. Most of those who did so are at most mentioned in obscure footnotes in little read history books. The same is true of most of those who faithfully carried out their duties while John Kerry was betraying them.