Guns, Bayonets and Whisky

A protest lyric written in the style of tradional folk-song

COME ALL YE GALLANT REDCOATS, IT’S TOMORROW WE MUST AWAY

TO BE JOINED BY MILITIA-MEN FROM MANCHESTER AND BIRMINGHAM

AND WE’LL MARCH NEAR THIRTY-MILE A DAY

 

O COME YE LOYAL CAVALRY, SADDLE UP AND SERVE THE CROWN

WE’LL RIDE BY LANCASTER AND CARLISLE TO THE BORDER

THEN WE’LL CUT THESE REBELS DOWN

 

WITH GUNS, BAYONETS AND WHISKY,

WE WILL TAKE THESE REBEL LANDS

GUNS, POWDER, BAYONETS AND WHISKY

AND CHAINS FOR THEIR FEET AND THEIR HANDS

 

COME ALL YE TIRED REBELS, COME JOIN THE BLACK AND TANS

WE’LL TRAVEL FROM NORTH TO SOUTH,

HUNT THEM DOWN, SMOKE THEM OUT

AND PURIFY ERIN’S GREEN LAND

 

CHORUS

 

COME ALL YE HEARTY SAILORS WHO SAIL HIS IMPERIAL SEAS

THERE ARE LANDS FOR THE TAKING, FORTUNES FOR THE MAKING

IN RESOURCES AND SLAVERY

 

WITH GUNS, BAYONETS AND WHISKY,

WE WILL TAKE THESE GODLESS LANDS

GUNS, POWDER, BAYONETS AND WHISKY

AND CHAINS FOR THEIR FEET AND THEIR HANDS

 

ALL YE WHO CRAVE ADVENTURE,

THEN A JAILER YE MIGHT LIKE TO BE

THERE’S A FLEET THAT’S LEAVING FOR THE SHORES OF THE REDMAN

AND THE LAND OF THE ABORIGINE

 

WITH GUNS, BAYONETS AND WHISKY,

WE WILL TAKE THEIR SACRED LANDS

GUNS, POWDER, BAYONETS AND WHISKY

AND CHAINS FOR THEIR FEET AND THEIR HANDS

 

THINK ON, YE MERCENARY SOLDIERS

WHO WOULD AVENGE YOUR NATION’S FEARS

THIS OFFICE OF INVASION, THEFT AND OCCUPATION

HAS BEEN OPEN FOR A THOUSAND YEARS

 

GUNS, BAYONETS AND WHISKY,

THE SHAME OF AN EMPIRE STANDS

ON GUNS, POWDER, BAYONETS AND WHISKY

AND CHAINS FOR THEIR FEET AND THEIR HANDS

Reviews

[Legion]

This would really be cool with the music to go with it. A brilliant tale told well. Hats off to you.