The Pointlessness of Empire                       19.03.15

The land beneath our feet grows red/With our labor and from our blood/Our subjugate is ner’ complete/Sad we stand and without food//Though dark days are about us/And toil in their country/Yes they has took of all our life/And aye too our libertee//But though our teeth are pulled/And the heather ires/Our lives lay with our feet/Damn them I says//For’Tis beyond this shore /There is a land to dream/There is a land to dream//A land where our lord’s name reign’s/And in God’s supremacy/a place of freedom and justice all/And all our countrymen free!/And all our countrymen free!

“Across the Sea’  By Benjamin Turnbull attrib 1779

From William H David’s [editor] ‘Eighteenth Century Verse’ pub 1867