Track 6: While Hamilton writes letters, Burr drills the troops. The contrast between words and action.
Left.
Right.
Keep the line tight.
Left.
Right.
Freezing night.
Valley Forge. The Gulph. The gateway to hell.
The army is rotting. You can know by the smell.
Men are deserting. Officers drunk.
The Spirit of '76 is buried in a trunk.
But not in my regiment. Not in my corps.
I wake them at five. We prepare for the war.
Check the musket. Check the shoe.
I do what the General refuses to do.
Discipline.
It’s the only thing that keeps the warmth within.
Discipline.
While the others are committing every sin.
I watch the pass. I guard the gate.
I am the master of my fate.
Discipline.
I hear that Hamilton is warm by the fire.
Writing to Laurens. Writing with desire.
Writing to Congress. Begging for bread.
While I’m out here counting the frozen and dead.
He fights with a quill. I fight with a drill.
He has the passion. I have the will.
They call me a tyrant. They call me severe.
But my men are the only ones surviving out here!
A mutiny brewing?
I hear the talk.
I walk into the tent.
And watch them balk.
I sharpen my sword.
I don't say a word.
They look at my eyes.
And the mutiny dies.
Discipline.
It’s the only thing that keeps the warmth within.
Discipline.
We are not men, we are a machine.
Clean.
Mean.
Discipline.
Spring is coming.
We will be ready.
Steady.