I've list and learned your words, my Da,
and dwelled on them for years;
we must not bow to boots and brass
and dare not show them fear.
I've sat your sermons, monsignor,
and prayed on them full well;
I've learned about the ungodly
and know they're doomed to hell.
I've slept through many classes, Sir,
and bent to learn your cane;
our honour and our heritage
takes force to claim again.
I've sworn my oath with you, my lads,
and learned to strike and run;
you've taught me use of stones and fire
and justice by the gun.
I've learned to hate outsiders,
to act as all were foe;
accepted all your teachings:
Now, however shall I go?
