I will tip my hat unto the King as he passes through our grimy realm,
But I will not cheer or bow head down
For I demand my share of this nation’s wealth,
Stored in those top hats and within the crown
To where the sun never shines but where its never allowed to go down.
Ah, the sun’ll never set as it hasn’t yet as long as we tug our forelocks.
I will keep astride of the regal coach and I will stay the pace
For as long as your nose fails to recognise my desperate need,
So here’s an inverted cap and not subservient tweed,
Oh Master, Keeper, Holder of the Reigns I toiled for your spoils ‑
Why give me contempt and distain ?
Ah, the sun’ll never set as it hasn’t yet as long as we tug our forelocks.
For these are my mountains, and this is my glen.
The place of my childhood will know me again.
I will tip my hat unto the King as he passes through our grimy realm,
But I will not cheer or bow head down for I demand my share of Nature’s wealth!
I will tip my hat unto the King and I will lose my jacket as the bobbies encroach,
But I will stoke their shame and their embarrassment
Stored in those top hats and in those well-padded coats.
