Tell me now my brother
what red glistens in the sun
Bright as rises morning
on the hills of Glenrowan
That no man claim my liberty
my brother he replied
who never raised a hand against
a man unless he tried
for those who’ll not yield to the crown
nor make to bend the knee
and that may choose to live or die
and yet still shall be free
Hand me now my pistols dark
Raise up my iron crown
Cage me now in righteousness
put not my burden down
And yoke such Bullocks to the plow
as make harvest of Men
'till weep the blinds from Justice’ eyes
yet shall I be avenged
If Man be but a breath in clay
His passage pain and strife
to yearn for freedom to his end
and know that such is life
(c) Barry/Read 2009