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)
