Full Lyrics
Weep, weep, weep and weep
For pauper, dolt and slave!
Hark! From wasted moor and fen,
Fev'rous alley, stifling den,
Swells the wail of Saxon men,
Work or the grave!
Down, down, down and down
With idler knave and tyrant!
Why for sluggards cark and moil?
He that will not live by toil
Has no right on English soil!
God's words our warrant!
Up, up, up and up!
Face your game and play it!
The night is past, behold the sun!
The idols fall, the lie is done!
The judge is set, the doom begun,
Who shall stay it?
