1Men of England, wherefore plough
2For the lords who lay ye low?
3Wherefore weave with toil and care
4The rich robes your tyrants wear?
5Wherefore feed and clothe and save
6From the cradle to the grave
7Those ungrateful drones who would
8Drain your sweat—nay, drink your blood?
9Wherefore, Bees of England, forge
10Many a weapon, chain, and scourge,
11That these stingless drones may spoil
12The forced produce of your toil?
13Have ye leisure, comfort, calm,
14Shelter, food, love’s gentle balm?
15Or what is it ye buy so dear
16With your pain and with your fear?
17The seed ye sow, another reaps;
18The wealth ye find, another keeps;
19The robes ye weave, another wears;
20The arms ye forge, another bears.
21Sow seed—but let no tyrant reap:
22Find wealth—let no imposter heap:
23Weave robes—let not the idle wear:
24Forge arms—in your defence to bear.
25Shrink to your cellars, holes, and cells—
26In halls ye deck another dwells.
27Why shake the chains ye wrought? Ye see
28The steel ye tempered glance on ye.
29With plough and spade and hoe and loom
30Trace your grave and build your tomb
31And weave your winding-sheet—till fair
32England be your Sepulchre.
1Men of England, wherefore plough
2For the lords who lay ye low?
3Wherefore weave with toil and care
4The rich robes your tyrants wear?
5Wherefore feed and clothe and save
6From the cradle to the grave
7Those ungrateful drones who would
8Drain your sweat—nay, drink your blood?
9Wherefore, Bees of England, forge
10Many a weapon, chain, and scourge,
11That these stingless drones may spoil
12The forced produce of your toil?
13Have ye leisure, comfort, calm,
14Shelter, food, love’s gentle balm?
15Or what is it ye buy so dear
16With your pain and with your fear?
17The seed ye sow, another reaps;
18The wealth ye find, another keeps;
19The robes ye weave, another wears;
20The arms ye forge, another bears.
21Sow seed—but let no tyrant reap:
22Find wealth—let no imposter heap:
23Weave robes—let not the idle wear:
24Forge arms—in your defence to bear.
25Shrink to your cellars, holes, and cells—
26In halls ye deck another dwells.
27Why shake the chains ye wrought? Ye see
28The steel ye tempered glance on ye.
29With plough and spade and hoe and loom
30Trace your grave and build your tomb
31And weave your winding-sheet—till fair
32England be your Sepulchre.
Men of England, wherefore plough
For the lords who lay ye low?
Wherefore weave with toil and care
The rich robes your tyrants wear?
Wherefore feed and clothe and save
From the cradle to the grave
Those ungrateful drones who would
Drain your sweat—nay, drink your blood?
Wherefore, Bees of England, forge
Many a weapon, chain, and scourge,
That these stingless drones may spoil
The forced produce of your toil?
Have ye leisure, comfort, calm,
Shelter, food, love’s gentle balm?
Or what is it ye buy so dear
With your pain and with your fear?
The seed ye sow, another reaps;
The wealth ye find, another keeps;
The robes ye weave, another wears;
The arms ye forge, another bears.
Sow seed—but let no tyrant reap:
Find wealth—let no imposter heap:
Weave robes—let not the idle wear:
Forge arms—in your defence to bear.
Shrink to your cellars, holes, and cells—
In halls ye deck another dwells.
Why shake the chains ye wrought? Ye see
The steel ye tempered glance on ye.
With plough and spade and hoe and loom
Trace your grave and build your tomb
And weave your winding-sheet—till fair
England be your Sepulchre.
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