(It's a load of old John Bull). Cruel Britannia ruled the waves, Empire. oiled by toiling slaves. White flag stained. St.George Cross red, and blues sung for.
[The Farm Hand's Ghost:]. "My kin and I had laboured hard. To reap the yearly harvest.. Lain weary on our gathered sheaves we. Cracked a vat of ale. Poured a toast;.
'Free citizens of Planet Earth';. The leptons in some base equation.. Bound by swaddling-chains from birth,. Unto travail and assentation.. Given what they're taught to crave;.