| We fled for our lives on a winter's eve, | |
| Cold but unheeded, we left with speed. | |
| The roundheads they had come this night, | |
| Our gallant people ? | |
| But blood in sight. | |
| If we were to barter for our lives, | |
| We would wind up dead. | |
| This is the land where | |
| I was born and bred, | |
| Am I a coward to avoid being dead ? | |
| These are the words of our forefathers, | |
| Long ago, in a time of fear. | |
| They say "what giveth returns time thee" | |
| Now in this age, we will wait and see. | |
| Condemn what you will in this war of worlds, | |
| Shout if you want amid peaceful slurs. | |
| But how do you stop a charging bull, | |
| With horns of steel and a desire to cull ? |