Song To The Men Of England Lyrics - New Model Army

Men of England, wherefore plough 

For the Lords who lay you low? 

Wherefore weave with toil and care 

The rich robes your tyrants wear? 

Wherefore feed and clothe and save 

From the cradle to the grave 

Those ungrateful drones who 

Drain your sweat - nay, drink your blood 

Have ye Leisure, comfort, calm 

Shelter, food, love's gentle balm? 

Or what is ye buy so dear 

With your pain and with your fear 

The seed ye sow another reaps 

The wealth ye find, another keeps 

THe robes ye weave, another wears 

The arms ye forge, another bears 

Sow seed - but let no tyrant reap 

Find wealth - let no impostor heap 

Weave robes - let not the idle wear 

Forge arms - in your defence to bear 

With plough and spade and hoe and loom 

Trace your grave and build your tomb 

And weave your winding sheet till fair 

England be your sepulchre