Sons Of The South

Sons of the south awake arise
Sons of the south and do
Banish from under your bonny skies
Those old world errors and wrong and lies
Making a hell in paradise
That belongs to your sons and you

Sons of the south make a choice between
Sons of the south choose true
The land of morn' and the land of e'en
The old dead tree and the young true green
The land that belongs to the lord and queen
The land that belongs to you

Sons of the south, your time will come
Sons of the south, your time is near
Like the sullen sounds of a distant drum
In the ominous atmosphere

Sons of the south aroused at last
Sons of the south are few
But your ranks grow longer and deeper fast
And ye shall swell to an army vast
Free from the wrongs of the north and past
The land that belongs to you

Sons of the south awake arise
Sons of the south and do
Free from the wrongs of the north and past
The land that belongs to you