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?