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Salem's Retreat opened in 2021, but the history dates back to February 26, 1775 when British Lieutenant-Colonel Alexander Leslie and his 64th Regiment of the Line enacted a raid on American military stores in Salem and famously retreated after a swift response from local militia.

On the 19th of April, sure everyone knew,

Of that famous date and glorious year,

But at Salem, not Concord, it is known by the few,

That fifty days earlier, are you aware?

First blood was shed for the red, white and blue,

And the Empire's flag felt its first tear.

It all bean about a quarter past two/

As Reverend Barnard's voice filled the stale air,

At the old North Church, he was only half through,

When a Minuteman shouted, "The British are here!"

Everyone turned around in his pew,

To look at John Patrick who was just standing there.

"To arms, to bridge, they're coming it's true!

Some 300 Redcoats are marching, I swear!"

And out of the church every man and child flew,

As Barnard and women offered their prayers.

From this town that was feared for it's famed witch's brew,

The bold men of Salem were willing to dare.

Marching up North Street, they came into view;

The blood red, the files, the bayonets glare. At the

bridge dividing the old town from new,

The Minutemen stood, protecting their lair,

And in the North fields beyond, were wild grasses grew, 

The cannons were hidden with the caution and care. 

“I’ve come for the cannons. You must let me through.” 

Cried Leslie, the Colonel, who soon was aware, 

That the draw-bridge was up, and their spirits were too. 

Over taunting and drumming, the North church bell blare, 

He said. “Lower the bridge, or we’ll fire on you!” “Fire and 

be damned!” said John Felt with a flare. 

“You’ll be in the river and dead if you do!” 

Looking down at the icebergs, then at Felt’s icy stare, 

That war was about to begin, Leslie knew. 

“We’ll wait here a week, a month, I declare, 

We’ll stand here for a year if you force us to.” 

“You can stand there forever,” said Felt, “we don’t care!”
 

Boats on the river's edge, there were but two, 

The Redcoats and Minutemen raced for the pair. 

With rocks, Sprague and Whicher stove them both through,

“To  sink my own boat” said Sprague “might be quite rare.” 

And he got a good laugh from the Minuteman crew. 

As Whicher danced round like a clown at a Fair. 

He called Leslie “an ape that should live in a zoo,” 

“Let your monkeys wait, until their coats are threadbare!” 

A Redcoat then stabbed him and first blood was he drew, 

Blood flowed from his chest, but Joe seemed unaware, 

For Joe Whicher continued to cat-call and “boo”. 

But the rowed was aroused and for war were prepared.

The cursing and shouting, it started anew, 

Barnard was there now, all done, with his prayer, 

And he pleased with Leslie, as hostilities grew. 

“For the sake of our God, and the lives you can spare, 

Cross over the ridge, but march only a few, 

Then turn back and march to Marblehead Square.

Where your ship at town landing is waiting for you” 

So, All the Kin’s men did what Barnard thought fair. 

The bridge-leaf was lowered and then they withdrew, 

Except for Joe Whicher, they harmed not a hair. 

But, Leslie was shipped off to Scotland to stew, 

And Whicher, the black man, for a day, was made a mayor.

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