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?

 


 

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