The Midnight Ride of Paul Revere

Narrator: But words give way to open hostility, and history records that fateful year, and the Midnight Ride of Paul Revere

Patriot: Okay, there's the signal. Get on the horse, Levine

Paul Revere: That’s Revere

Patriot: Revere, Levine. Just so you ride a horse good. Now get going!

Paul Revere: All right. To arms!

(horse running, fanfare)

Paul Revere: The British are coming! The British are coming!

Woman: Hey, who's that making all that racket out there?

Paul Revere: It's me, Paul Revere!

Woman: Who?

Paul Revere: Revere!

Woman: I’ve got all the pots and pans I need, sweetie

Paul Revere: But- what about the British?

Woman: As far as I know, they've got all the pots and pans they need, too

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