[Verse 1]
Hark, a martial sound is heard
The march of soldiers, fifing, drumming
Eyes are starting, hearts are stirred
For bold recruits the brave are coming
Ribands flaunting, feathers gay
The sound and sights are surely thrilling
Dazzled village youths today
Will crowd to take the Saxon Shilling
[Verse 2]
Ye, whose spirits will not bow
In peace to parish tyrants longer
Ye, who wear the villain brow
And ye who pine in hopeless hunger
Fools, without the brave man’s faith
All slaves and starvelings who are willing
To sell themselves to shame and death
Accept the fatal Saxon Shilling
[Verse 3]
Go, to find, ‘mid crime and toil
The doom to which such guilt is hurried
Go, to leave on Indian soil
Your bones to bleach, accursed, unburied!
Go, to crush the just and brave
Whose wrongs with wrath the world are filling
Go, to slay each brother slave
Or spurn the blood-stained Saxon Shilling!
Hark, a martial sound is heard
The march of soldiers, fifing, drumming
Eyes are starting, hearts are stirred
For bold recruits the brave are coming
Ribands flaunting, feathers gay
The sound and sights are surely thrilling
Dazzled village youths today
Will crowd to take the Saxon Shilling
[Verse 2]
Ye, whose spirits will not bow
In peace to parish tyrants longer
Ye, who wear the villain brow
And ye who pine in hopeless hunger
Fools, without the brave man’s faith
All slaves and starvelings who are willing
To sell themselves to shame and death
Accept the fatal Saxon Shilling
[Verse 3]
Go, to find, ‘mid crime and toil
The doom to which such guilt is hurried
Go, to leave on Indian soil
Your bones to bleach, accursed, unburied!
Go, to crush the just and brave
Whose wrongs with wrath the world are filling
Go, to slay each brother slave
Or spurn the blood-stained Saxon Shilling!
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