This land is your land and this land is my land From California to the New York island From the redwood forest to the Gulf Stream waters This land was made for you and me As I went walking that ribbon of highway I saw above me that endless skyway Saw below me that golden valley This land was made for you and me I roamed and rambled and I've followed my footsteps To the sparkling sands of her diamond deserts All around me a voice was sounding This land was made for you and me There's a big high wall there that tried to stop me A sign was painted - said Private Property But on the backside it didn't say nothin' This land was made for you and me When the sun come shining, then I was strolling And the wheat fields waving and the dust clouds rolling The voice was chanting as the fog was lifting This land was made for you and me This land is your land and this land is my land From California to the New York island From the redwood forest to the Gulf Stream waters This land was made for you and me When the sun come shining, then I was strolling And the wheat fields waving and the dust clouds rolling The voice come a-chanting and the fog was lifting This land was made for you and me One bright sunny morning in the shadow of the steeple By the relief office I saw my people As they stood hungry I stood there wonderin' if god blessed america for me

In 1649 to St. George's Hill, A ragged band they called the Diggers Came to show the people's will They defied the landlords they defied the laws They were the dispossessed reclaiming what was theirs We come in peace they said to dig and sow We come to work the lands in common And to make the waste land grow This earth divided we will make whole So it will be a common treasury for all The sin of property we do disdain No man has any right to buy and sell The earth for private gain By theft and murder they took the land Now everywhere the walls rise up at their command They make the laws to serve them well The clergy dazzle us with heaven Or they damn us into hell We will not worship the God they serve The God of greed who feed the rich While poor man starve We work we eat together we need no swords We will not bow to masters or pay rent to the lords We are free men though we are poor You Diggers all stand up for glory Stand up now From the men of property the orders came They sent the hired men and troopers To wipe out the Diggers' claim Tear down their cottages destroy their corn They were dispersed only the vision lingers on You poor take courage you rich take care The earth was made a common treasury For everyone to share All things in common all people one We come in peace the orders came to cut them down

I am a poor old man,
Come listen to my song,
Provisions now are twice as dear
As when that I was young.
When this old hat was new
And stood upon my brow,
Oh, what a happy youth was I
When this old hat was new. 

But four score years ago
The truth I will declare,
When men they took each other's words,
They thought it very fair,
No oaths they did require,
Men's words were so true,
This was in my youthful days,
When this old hat was new. 

When the time of harvest came
And we went out to shear,
How often we were merry made
With brandy, ale and beer.
And when the corn came home
We put upon the mow
Labourers' paunches were well filled
When this old hat was new 

The farmer stood at the board head 
The table for to grace,
And greeted all as they came in
Each to their proper place.
His wife stood at the table 
To give each man his due,
And O what plenty did abound
When this old hat was new. But now the times are changed,
The poor are quite done o'er,
They give to them their wages
Like the beggars at the door.
In the house we must not go
Although we are but few,
It was not so when Bess did reign
And this old hat was new. 

 The commons they are taken in
And the cottages pulled down,
Moll has got no wool to spin
Her linsey-wolsey gown.
Tis poor and the clothing’s thin
And blankets are but few,
But we were clothed both back and skin
When this old hat was new. 

 When Romans reigned this land 
The commons they did give
Unto the poor in charity
To help them for to live,
Now the poor are quite done o'er,
We know it to be true.
It was not so when Bess did reign
And this old hat was new.


William Zanzinger killed poor Hattie Carroll With a cane that he twirled around his diamond ring finger At a Baltimore hotel society gathering And the cops were called in and his weapon took from him As they rode him in custody down to the station And booked William Zanzinger for first-degree murder But you who philosophize disgrace and criticize all fears Take the rag away from your face Now ain't the time for your tears William Zanzinger, who at twenty-four years Owns a tobacco farm of six hundred acres With rich wealthy parents who provide and protect him And high office relations in the politics of Maryland Reacted to his deed with a shrug of his shoulders And swear words and sneering, and his tongue it was snarling In a matter of minutes, on bail was out walking But you who philosophize disgrace and criticize fears Take the rag away from your face Now ain't the time for your tears Hattie Carroll was a maid in the kitchen She was fifty-one years old and gave birth to ten children Who carried the dishes and took out the garbage And never sat once at the head of the table And didn't even talk to the people at the table Who just cleaned up all the food from the table And emptied the ashtrays on a whole other level Got killed by a blow, lay slain by a cane That sailed through the air and came down through the room Doomed and determined to destroy all the gentle And she never done nothing to William Zanzinger And you who philosophize disgrace and criticize all fears Take the rag away from your face Now ain't the time for your tears In the courtroom of honor, the judge pounded his gavel To show that all's equal and that the courts are on the level And that the strings in the books ain't pulled and persuaded And that even the nobles get properly handled Once that the cops have chased after and caught 'em And that the ladder of law has no top and no bottom Stared at the person who killed for no reason Who just happened to be feelin' that way without warnin' And he spoke through his cloak, most deep and distinguished And handed out strongly, for penalty and repentance William Zanzinger with a six-month sentence Oh, but you who philosophize disgrace and criticize all fears Bury the rag deep in your face For now's the time for your tears

Now westlin winds and slaughtering guns Bring autumn's pleasant weather The moorcock springs on whirring wings Among the blooming heather Now waving grain, wild o'er the plain Delights the weary farmer And the moon shines bright as I rove at night To muse upon my charmer The partridge loves the fruitful fells The plover loves the mountain The woodcock haunts the lonely dells The soaring hern the fountain Through lofty groves the cushat roves The path of man to shun it The hazel bush o'erhangs the thrush The spreading thorn the linnet Thus every kind their pleasure find The savage and the tender Some social join and leagues combine Some solitary wander Avaunt! Away! the cruel sway, Tyrannic man's dominion The sportsman's joy, the murdering cry The fluttering, gory pinion But Peggy dear the evening's clear Thick flies the skimming swallow The sky is blue, the fields in view All fading green and yellow Come let us stray our gladsome way And view the charms of nature The rustling corn, the fruited thorn And every happy creature We'll gently walk and sweetly talk till the silent moon shines clearly I'll grasp thy waist and, fondly pressed, swear how I love thee dearly Not vernal showers to budding flowers not autumn to the farmer So dear can be as thou to me my fair, my lovely charmer

At the east end of town At the foot of the hill There's a chimney so tall It says Aragon Mill. But there's no smoke at all Coming out of the stack For the mill has shut down And is never coming back. And the only tune I hear Is the sound of the wind As she blows through the town Weave and spin, weave and spin. There's no children playing In the dark narrow streets And the loom has shut down It's so quiet I can't sleep. The mill has shut down 'twas the only life I know Tell me where will I go Tell me where will I go. And the only tune I hear Is the sound of the wind As she blows through the town Weave and spin, weave and spin. I'm too old to work And I'm too young to die Tell me where will I go now My family and I

There’s a man on the run and they’ve torn the place down to find him He’s wanted for the moving of mountains making it rain He’s unpredictable, strong as the chains out to bind him This is his country, and Will Of The People’s his name A fearsome fill of drink just might get him talking He’s even suspected of lending a helping hand A sad state of affairs they say once got him walking If you’re fighting for rights, Will Of The People’s your man Chorus: Come all you strong, come all you feeble, where can I find that Will Of The People Come on and speak up now if you can, where can I find that man Come all you strong, come all you feeble, where can I find that Will Of The People Come on and speak up now if you can, where can I find that man, where can I find that man They say he once fought off an army that threatened to chain him Threw false political prophets out on their ear But when times got hard there were too many too ready to blame him And the next we knew, Will Of The People disappeared Chorus Will Of The People come out from wherever you’re hiding If ever the country needed you, it is now The children are lost, they’re hungry and barely surviving There are whips in the hands of the handful they scrape to and bow Chorus

Men walkin' 'long the railroad tracks Goin' someplace there's no goin' back Highway patrol choppers comin' up over the ridge Hot soup on a campfire under the bridge Shelter line stretchin' 'round the corner Welcome to the new world order Families sleepin' in their cars in the Southwest No home no job no peace no rest The highway is alive tonight But nobody's kiddin' nobody about where it goes I'm sittin' down here in the campfire light Searchin' for the ghost of Tom Joad He pulls a prayer book out of his sleeping bag Preacher lights up a butt and takes a drag Waitin' for when the last shall be first and the first shall be last In a cardboard box 'neath the underpass Got a one-way ticket to the promised land You got a hole in your belly and gun in your hand Sleeping on a pillow of solid rock Bathin' in the city aqueduct The highway is alive tonight Where it's headed everybody knows I'm sittin' down here in the campfire light Waitin' on the ghost of Tom Joad Now Tom said "Mom, wherever there's a cop beatin' a guy Wherever a hungry newborn baby cries Where there's a fight 'gainst the blood and hatred in the air Look for me Mom I'll be there Wherever there's somebody fightin' for a place to stand Or decent job or a helpin' hand Wherever somebody's strugglin' to be free Look in their eyes Mom you'll see me." Well the highway is alive tonight But nobody's kiddin' nobody about where it goes I'm sittin' down here in the campfire light With the ghost of old Tom Joad

I rode out on a bright May morning like a hero in a song, Looking for a place called England, trying to find where I belong. Couldn't find the old flood meadow or the house that I once knew; No trace of the little river or the garden where I grew. I saw town and I saw country, motorway and sink estate; Rich man in his rolling acres, poor man still outside the gate; Retail park and burger kingdom, prairie field and factory farm, Run by men who think that England's only a place to park their car. But as the train pulled from the station through the wastelands of despair From the corner of my eye a brightness filled the filthy air. Someone's grown a patch of sunflowers though the soil is sooty black, Marigolds and a few tomatoes right beside the railway track. Down behind the terraced houses, in between the concrete towers, Compost heaps and scarlet runners, secret gardens full of flowers. Meeta grows her scented roses right beneath the big jets' path. Bid a fortune for her garden—Eileen turns away and laughs. So rise up, George, and wake up, Arthur, time to rouse out from your sleep. Deck the horse with sea-green ribbons, drag the old sword from the deep. Hold the line for Dave and Daniel as they tunnel through the clay, While the oak in all its glory soaks up sun for one more day. Come all you at home with freedom whatever the land that gave you birth, There's room for you both root and branch as long as you love the English earth. Room for vole and room for orchid, room for all to grow and thrive; Just less room for the fat landowner on his arse in his four-wheel drive. For England is not flag or Empire, it is not money, it is not blood. It's limestone gorge and granite fell, it's Wealden clay and Severn mud, It's blackbird singing from the May tree, lark ascending through the scales, Robin watching from your spade and English earth beneath your nails. So here's two cheers for a place called England, sore abused but not yet dead; A Mr Harding sort of England hanging in there by a thread. Here's two cheers for the crazy diggers, now their hour shall come around; We shall plant the seed they saved us, common wealth and common ground.

I knew a man who lived in fear It was huge, it was angry, It was drawing near Behind his house a secret place Was the shadow of the demon He could never face He built a wall of steel and flame And men with guns to keep it tame Then standing back he made it plain That the nightmare would never ever rise again But the fear and the fire and the guns remain It doesn't matter now it's over anyhow He tells the world that it's sleeping But as the night came round I heard It slowly sound It wasn't roaring, it was weeping It wasn't roaring, it was weeping And then one day the neighbors came They were curious to know about the smoke and flame They stood around outside the wall But of course there was nothing to be heard at all "My friends, " he said, "We've reached our goal The threat is under firm control As long as peace and order reign I'll be damned if I can see a reason to explain Why the fear and the fire and the guns remain" It doesn't matter now it's over anyhow He tells the world that it's sleeping But as the night came round I heard It slowly sound It wasn't roaring, it was weeping It wasn't roaring, it was weeping Say ah, say ah, say ah Say ah, say ah, say ah

As the Judas Bus goes by And they flash their pieces of silver We can only stand and wonder “Do they know not what they do”? As the Judas Bus goes by And they wave their blood-stained wages In the hands that have betrayed us Do they know not what they do? “Blackleg” be a name we cry Let it be of shame you die How dare you look me in the eye As the Judas Bus goes by As the Judas Bus goes by And the police stand shoulder to shoulder You could almost think they were soldiers Do they know not what they do? As the Judas Bus goes by They obey each marching order From that Downing Street Medusa Do they know not what they do? “Blackleg” be a name we cry Let it be of shame you die How dare you look me in the eye As the Judas Bus goes by As the Judas Bus goes by We turn to ask our leaders Tell us who will clothe and feed us For we know not what we’ll do As the Judas Bus goes by We are scorned by state and nation And we spit out our frustration But we will do what we must do Chorus “Blackleg” be a name we cry Let it be of shame you die How dare you look me in the eye As the Judas Bus goes by JOIN THE UNION WHILE YOU MAY DON’T WAIT ‘TIL YOUR DYING DAY CAUSE THAT MAY NOT BE FAR AWAY YOU DIRTY BLACKLEG MINER Let it be of shame you die

I fight the force of evil I'm the cowboy dressed in white My colt is my computer And my eyes see at night I made the new world order For I have the world's support To see the sinner never wins To see the tyrant will be taught I am killer with precision With computer and with screen To give the world a cleaner war A purer war than any seen Incinerate the spider Leave untouched the web of lace See the shadow of a dollar From a satellite in space Put a missile down an airshaft Make a film as I go in Show the world the care I took Such a war has never been I don't need to kill civilians With the F15 and Stealth; Advertised on your TV I'm Sensitivity itself Just the aircraft on the ground Just the hangars we put in Just tanks and the supply lines Such a war has never been Just a game on my computer See the screen move with my head Pick out the cowboy dressed up all in black Push a button and he's dead I can pinpoint to a pixel Half a million in retreat Identify the threat And I can turn it to roast meat Military targets There were no dying cries Just the smoke from burning soldiers Getting in the widows' eyes I make the new world order For I have the world's support To see the sinner never wins To see the tyrant will be taught Killer with precision With computer and with screen, To give the world a cleaner war A purer war than any seen

Strap these words 
Around your waist 
Open arms
 A last embrace
 Go make your peace
 Commonplace 
Take the train A last goodbye
 Throw your rhymes
 At passers-by
‘ One Love’
On your hi-fi


 Words 
Words is all
 Around the underground
 And ticket halls 
Declare your peace 
 Wall to wall
 Back in Leeds 
The news we heard 
No-one killed 
And no-one hurt
 Wish all the young men
 Used only words
 Words
Words is all 
Around the underground
 And ticket halls 
 Declare your peace Commonplace

When you attend a funeral it is sad to think that sooner or Later those you love will do the same for you And you may have thought it tragic not to mention other adjec- Tives, to think of all the weeping they will do But don't you worry No more ashes, no more sackcloth and an armband made of black cloth Will some day never more adorn a sleeve For if the bomb that drops on you gets your friends and neighbors too There'll be nobody left behind to grieve And we will all go together when we go what a comforting fact that is to know Universal bereavement - an inspiring achievement Yes we all will go together when we go We will all go together when we go - all suffused with an incandescent glow No one will have the endurance to collect on his insurance Lloyd's of london will be loaded when they go We will all fry together when we fry - we’ll be french fried potatoes by and by There will be no more misery when the world is our rotisserie Yes, we will all fry together when we fry Down by the old maelstrom There'll be a storm before the calm And we will all bake together when we bake - there’ll be nobody present at the wake With complete participation in that grand incineration Nearly three billion hunks of well done steak Oh we will all char together when we char And let there be no moaning of the bar Just sing out a te deum when you see that I.c.b.m And the party will be come as you are We will all burn together when we burn. There'll be no need to stand and wait your turn When it's time for the fallout and saint peter calls us all out We'll just drop our agendas and adjourn You will all go directly to your respective valhallas Go directly do not pass go, do not collect two hundred dollars And we will all go together when we go - every Hottenhot and every Eskimo When the air becomes uranious - we will all go simultaneous Yes we all will go together When we all go together Yes we all will go together when we go

Far between sundown’s finish an’ midnight’s broken toll We ducked inside the doorway, thunder crashing As majestic bells of bolts struck shadows in the sounds Seeming to be the chimes of freedom flashing Flashing for the warriors whose strength is not to fight Flashing for the refugees on the unarmed road of flight An’ for each an’ ev’ry underdog soldier in the night An’ we gazed upon the chimes of freedom flashing In the city’s melted furnace, unexpectedly we watched With faces hidden while the walls were tightening As the echo of the wedding bells before the blowin’ rain Dissolved into the bells of the lightning Tolling for the rebel, tolling for the rake Tolling for the luckless, the abandoned an’ forsaked Tolling for the outcast, burnin’ constantly at stake An’ we gazed upon the chimes of freedom flashing Through the mad mystic hammering of the wild ripping hail The sky cracked its poems in naked wonder That the clinging of the church bells blew far into the breeze Leaving only bells of lightning and its thunder Striking for the gentle, striking for the kind Striking for the guardians and protectors of the mind An’ the unpawned painter behind beyond his rightful time An’ we gazed upon the chimes of freedom flashing Through the wild cathedral evening the rain unraveled tales For the disrobed faceless forms of no position Tolling for the tongues with no place to bring their thoughts All down in taken-for-granted situations Tolling for the deaf an’ blind, tolling for the mute Tolling for the mistreated, mateless mother, the mistitled prostitute For the misdemeanor outlaw, chased an’ cheated by pursuit An’ we gazed upon the chimes of freedom flashing Even though a cloud’s white curtain in a far-off corner flashed An’ the hypnotic splattered mist was slowly lifting Electric light still struck like arrows, fired but for the ones Condemned to drift or else be kept from drifting Tolling for the searching ones, on their speechless, seeking trail For the lonesome-hearted lovers with too personal a tale An’ for each unharmful, gentle soul misplaced inside a jail An’ we gazed upon the chimes of freedom flashing Starry-eyed an’ laughing as I recall when we were caught Trapped by no track of hours for they hanged suspended As we listened one last time an’ we watched with one last look Spellbound an’ swallowed ’til the tolling ended Tolling for the aching ones whose wounds cannot be nursed For the countless confused, accused, misused, strung-out ones an’ worse An’ for every hung-up person in the whole wide universe An’ we gazed upon the chimes of freedom flashing