Celtic Rock Lyrics - Donovan Leitch

Ye sons of Britain who once were free 

Ye now are slaves to factory 

Those who walk the path of mole 

Expect in time to kill thy soul 

Look 

Down in the wood in the murky gloom 

Trolls go marching two by two 

Down through the cave and the mouth of doom 

Down, down, down in the gloom, gloom,gloom 

Hey, kala, ho, kala, ho, la, jai 

But look 

Who should come by the mountain way 

Young Finn Hanley, a lute he play 

Clothed in scarlet livery 

All wide eyed in the bright noon day 

Tiree tiraloo tiraloo I ay 

Creative intelligence 

Has been crushed 

By industrial uniformity