Ooh The Hamilton Mixtape The Hamilton Mixtape Ooh Valley Forge, winter 1778 Thomas Paine "These are the times that try men's souls The summer soldier and the sunshine patriot will In this crisis, shrink from the service of their country But he that stands by it now Deserves the love and thanks of man and woman Tyranny, like hell, is not easily conquered Yet we have this consolation with us That the harder the conflict, the more glorious the triumph" I am seeing the best minds of my generation Waste away in pestilence and starvation Is this all a test or have we met our doom? Have we set a camp of parameters for our tomb? I have never seen His Excellency so despondent So I've taken over writing all his correspondence I have written Congress and received dishonest responses I am beyond comprehension of their nonsense They say, saddle up! Attack the British forces! I shoot back, we have resorted to eating our horses Local merchants deny us equipment, assistance They only take British money, so sing a song of sixpence Sixty tents full of dysentery, death Dying breaths and dilettantes and deserters in the distance Congress, I beg of you, justify your existence Are you men or just a bunch of indigenous infants? Unite these states, give them stakes in our resistance Do you have no influence at all, you fucking skinflints? Hamilton, tone it down But sir! Alex, listen, there’s only one way for us to win this Provoke outrage, outright Don’t engage, strike by night Remain relentless ‘til their troops take flight Make it impossible to justify the cost of the fight Outrun (outrun) Outlast (outlast) Hit ‘em quick, get out fast (uh-huh) Stay alive ‘til this horror show is past We’re gonna fly a lot of flags half-mast (Yeah)