Open Blockhouse
He escaped the walls twice. The winter came home with him.
Companion short
He Escaped Twice. The Prison Followed Him Home ↗
An older Roger Lamb turns captivity into a practiced Dublin pub story: twice captured, twice escaped, still quick with a joke. The band falls away when a woman's cry beyond a wall returns. What sounded like a survival boast becomes a song about the part of imprisonment that no gate can release.
Read the complete lyrics ↓Roger Lamb and the Army That Did Not Go Home
Roger Lamb served in the British 9th Regiment of Foot during John Burgoyne's 1777 campaign. After the British surrender at Saratoga on October 17, Lamb became part of the Convention Army: thousands of British and German soldiers who marched toward Massachusetts under terms that were expected to send them back across the Atlantic. Congress did not allow the proposed return to proceed. The National Park Service records the surrender and the long movement into captivity; Lamb later published two retrospective accounts, in 1809 and 1811, describing the war, imprisonment and escape.
Those books are first-person evidence, but they are not diaries printed in 1777. Lamb wrote decades after the events and shaped experience into narrative. This page therefore treats him as an important participant witness, not as an infallible transcript of every place, phrase and date.
Prospect Hill, Winter Rain and an “Open Blockhouse”
British enlisted prisoners from Burgoyne's army were housed around Prospect Hill; German troops were held nearby at Winter Hill. Other participants described barracks in extremely poor condition. British ensign Thomas Anburey remembered buildings bare of necessities and exposed to the weather, while a Brunswick soldier described open gables and shortages of wood and straw. Lamb's later memoir supplies the song's harder sensory language: the “bitings of hunger,” men “shivering all night,” an “open blockhouse,” and a woman who could “yell the whole night.”
The chorus does not reproduce a single dated paragraph. It brings source fragments into one recurring room—daylight belonging to hunger, night belonging to the unheard woman—so that material conditions become the song's structure.
What Is Documented—and What the Song Invents
Lamb's service, the Saratoga surrender, Convention Army captivity, harsh conditions and his escapes belong to the historical record. The song's older narrator, the Dublin pub, his wife's bedtime call, the sentry at the fireside and the exact sequence beyond the wall are dramatic framing. The woman's cry grows from a brief reported detail; the song does not know her identity, what happened to her, or what Lamb privately thought when he heard her.
“Memory is a sentry” is the songwriter's metaphor, not a quotation from Lamb and not a retrospective medical diagnosis. Its purpose is narrower: to distinguish leaving confinement from being finished with it. The final joke does not cancel that distinction. It is how the public story resumes after the private one has briefly broken through.
For memory is a sentry, boys, that never leaves its post.
Lyrics
Come fill the glass, I'll tell it quick,
the way I tell it best:
I sold the King my marching legs
and the Yankees took the rest.
They took my belt, they took my gun,
they counted us like grain,
then gave us half a floor of straw
and all the winter rain.
In the open blockhouse—no fire, no light!
Hunger had the daylight, she had the night.
We shook in the straw till the black sky broke—
no door would open in the open blockhouse!
Twice they had me under guard,
and twice I slipped the net—
the fastest man the King e'er lost,
the slowest to forget.
So laugh, for I came home, my boys,
with both my boots, and free,
and only one small souvenir
that winter kept of me.
In the open blockhouse—no fire, no light!
Hunger had the daylight, she had the night.
We shook in the straw till the black sky broke—
no door would open in the open blockhouse!
One night a woman past the wall
cried out, and then was still.
I ran from every wall they built—
but not from Prospect Hill.
And God forgive the little thought:
“Thank God it isn't me.”
My wife says, “Roger, come to bed.”
“I will, love. By and by.”
There's a sentry at the fireside first
won't let me pass him by—
for memory is a sentry, boys,
that never leaves its post:
it lets the wars and banners pass
and stops you for a ghost.
In the open blockhouse—no fire, no light!
Hunger had the daylight, she had the night.
We shook in the straw till the black sky broke—
no door would open in the open blockhouse!
No door would open in the open blockhouse—
and forty years on, boys… it still won't close!
I've forgotten half the officers,
I've forgotten why we fought,
but the dead sleep better than the man
that memory finally caught.
…Same again, lads. Mine's a large one.
Sources and Further Reading
- Bloody Hopes, “Open Blockhouse (The Pub Cut)” — the published recording and its original historical note.
- Roger Lamb, Memoir of His Own Life (1811) — digitized public-domain edition with links to the Internet Archive scan and plain text.
- Roger Lamb, An Original and Authentic Journal of Occurrences During the Late American War (1809) — Lamb's earlier published account of the war.
- Canadiana, digitized 1811 Memoir of His Own Life — page images from a public archival copy.
- Saratoga National Historical Park, “Campaign Timeline” — the October 17 surrender and Convention Army march toward Cambridge.
- The 1777 March, “The Convention Army Arrives” — a source-linked reconstruction of Prospect Hill and Winter Hill quarters using Anburey, Bense and Massachusetts records.
The page does not treat the song's pub scene or memory metaphor as testimony by Lamb. It also does not combine every quoted condition into one securely dated night.
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