Look here, my friends, I've got to tell you (*)
The world is out, the world is out
Trouble's coming, peace is over
The king has hung the militia guard
The kings men ran out in the light
To fight their foe was a waste of human life
And then they raised their fists
Against the crushing might
Encased the kings men sword
Children crying for their mothers
How are they to know they died
There'll be no help...
We're fighting to be free and...
The king will regret one day
And that's not far away
The day he hung the militia guard