| "Beasts Of England" |
| "Beasts of England, beasts of Ireland, Beasts of land and sea and skies! Hear the hoofbeats of tomorrow! See the golden futures rise! Now the day of beasts is coming, Tyrant man shall lose his throne! And the shining fields of England shall be trod by beasts alone! Pull the rings out from your noses! Tear the saddles from your back! Bit and spur must rust forever. Cruel whips no more shall crack. Beasts of England, seize the prizes! Wheat and barley, oats and hay, Clover, beans, and Mangel wurzle, Shall be ours upon that day! "Beasts of England, beasts of Ireland, Beasts of land and sea and skies! Hear the hoofbeats of tomorrow! See the golden futures rise!" |