Mawkin Causley - Cropper Lads текст песни

Come, cropper lads of great renown,
Who love to drink good ale that's brown,
And strike each haughty tyrant down
With 'atchet, pike and gun.

Chorus:
The cropper lads for me,
And gallant lads they'll be,
With lusty stroke the shearframes broke,
The cropper lads for me.
2
What though the specials still advance,
And soldiers nightly round us prance,
The cropper lads still lead the dance,
With 'atchet, pike and gun.
3
And night by night when all is still,
And the moon is hid behind the hill,
We forward march to do our will,
With 'atchet, pike and gun.
4
Great Enoch he shall lead the van,
Stop him who dares, stop him who can,
Press forward every gallant man,
With 'atchet, pike and gun.