Celtic Rock

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?