I was less than seventeen when I left the farm
Marching out with the village men to join the men at arms
We trained in pike and musket work and learned the Bible creed
And marched out to meet the King to end that tyranny
 
Ch: We’re gonna fight, we’re gonna die
Put your faith in God, keep your powder dry
We’re gonna fight, we’re gonna die
Remember what you’re fighting for – keep the fire in your eyes
 
My brother fell at Naseby field when the war was almost won
We buried him in a shallow grave and I cried when it was done
But they told us we were Cromwell’s men and held our banners high
We were fighting for our liberty, fighting for our rights
 
We’re gonna fight, we’re gonna die
 
The smoke cleared into the summer skies, the blood drained to the land
The King broke all his promises, stained his guilty hands
On a cold and shiny winter’s day, we put the man to death
While Cromwell planned his Commonwealth as England held its breath
 
We’re gonna fight, we’re gonna die
 
We waited in our summer camps, singing round the fires
Talking of our victories and the land that was ours
But Cromwell’s generals turned on us, put out the fires they’d fanned
We’ve got no part in their Brave New World because we own no land
 
We’re gonna fight, we’re gonna die
Remember what you’re fighting for – don’t believe their lies
 
(Sullivan/Morrow 1980)

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