Intro: |
Ye sons of Britain who once were free
Ye now are slaves to the factory
Those who walk the path of mole expect in time to kill thy soul
Look down in the wood in the murky gloom trolls go marching two
by two
Down through the cave in the mouth of doom
Down, down, down in the gloom, gloom, gloom
Hey kala ho kala ho in jai
But look
Who should come by the mountain way
Young Finn Hanley
А lute he play
Clothed in scarlet livery
All wide eyed in the bright noon day
Tiree tiraloo tiraloo I ay
Creative intelligence has been crushed
By industrial uniformity
Instrumental hangs on the