Left the place in haste like so many born

On the island where you first saw the morn

Divided by empires and torn apart

By wars, they remain rebel at heart

Are we peasantry, no pleasantry

Gathering pitchforks against the lords?

Switch times forth, call 'em investors

New weapons and new upon New Model armies

Kids with bin lids, when out Saracens roll

We know too well for whom the bell tolls...

Those who won't bend knee to pope or queen

Abhor the kakistocracies, don't be

Found caught up in the Patriot's Game

Or chanting No Surrender before bonfire flames

This ain't just about you

Or me or him or her

Or any one of us for that matter...

No loose cannon can match the broadsides

Fired in rhythm with oppressive snide...

When you've all to loose, but have so little

And if some day we're to go down in battle

Let's do it together, not as lone jokers

But side along brothers, sisters and others...

With casualties always so high amongst enfants perdus

Can they count on you?