Roaring Jack
Roaring Jack
Roaring Jack
Roaring Jack
Roaring Jack
Roaring Jack
Roaring Jack
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Roaring Jack
All my life I've lived beside the waters that they call the Clyde
I build the ships and watch them glide down the Broomielaw, sir
Trudge to work in sleet and rain, labour for another's gain
Know yer place and don't complain, that's the rich man's law, sir
When I was young I read with pride how Scotland's heroes fought and died
Tae keep the nation fortified against the English crown, sir
Scots wha hae wi' Wallace bled by clerics fancy were mislead
Fought among themselves instead and by it were brought down, sir
When the Billy Boys are marchin' in the sash their father's wore
The day they slew the Fenien crew three hundred years before
The gentry give a smile and lift their glasses to John Bull
Who keeps us all in poverty with the old Divide and Rule
The pipes did play the drums did beat on heathered glen and cobbled street
The sullen tramp of marching feet returned the call to arms, sir
In the field where cattle grazed, brother's hand at brother raised
Thus the name of God was praised in the smoke of burning farms, sir
Would that I might see the day when tyranny is swept away
And honest work for honest pay becomes the right of all, sir
As for Gentile so for Jew, Protestant and Catholic too
Every race and every hue secure within four walls, sir
And the Billy Boy and Fenien together make a stand
To raise the flag of Worker's Power all across the land
Declare it in the factory, the office and the school
We'll put an end to poverty and the old Divide and Rule