O' since it hath been beforehand with our griefs,
Let us pay the time but needful woe.
This England never did and never shall
But when it first did help to wound itself.
Lie at the proud foot of a conqueror.
Now these her princes are come home again,
And we shall shock them.
Come the three corners of the world in arms;
If England to itself do rest but true,
Nought shall make us rue.
Like you were before,
Slaves ye shall be again.
You shall pay forever in restless labor.
The country will be nothing but a vassalage,
You who stood on the cliff line side-to-side
As our ships sailed by.
Now it is you who are beneath us.
Wait for your gentry men & ladies to return,
We shall be upon them as a tempest.
And our allies will strengthen & back us.
If you simply lay down & submit,
Nothing like us shall bring you ruin.
We took your royalty
And told you we killed him.
Then we killed more of your children.
It's a different kind of life,
A more cruel death.
Horrible wardens,
By both our definitions & theirs;
A sailor who saw land,
A boy scrambled up over a marked wall.
