Her army ready, and at her command
Long red hair flying wild, windblown and mad
Vision of beauty, though angry and sad
With hand to Roman head, she forgave sin
Done to her family, her own kith and kin
They promised him peace, but granted her war
Thus she wasn't to blame for blood on the sword
They thought she'd whip down, but to their dismay
She's fighting them still, and to this very day
There she is
Standing tall in that wild crowd
There she is
Speaking up and speaking loud
There she is
Don't have to look so far
'Cause there she is
Walking by you, that bright star
Her name is Boudicca, know her by her scar
They owed her awe, they owed her their fire
They owed her joy, a song on the lyre
They owed more than love, a fond memory
They owed her worship, her brave Iceni
For she loved them so, knew each by name
So she would decree she owed them the same
There she is
Standing tall in that wild crowd
There she is
Speaking up and speaking loud
There she is
Don't have to look so far
'Cause there she is
Driving by you, that red car
Her name is Boudicca, know her by her scar
They owed her awe, they owed her their fire
They owed her joy, a song on the lyre
They owed more than love, a fond memory
They owed her worship, those brave Iceni
For she loved them so, knew each by name
And she would decree she owed them the same
Many are like her in this modern day
They refuse to stand by, demanding their say
You don't have look to ancient history
Boudicca lives on, goddess o' vic'try
They need not shed blood, nor wield a mean spear
Just fight against tyranny, cruelty and fear
When for a true cause the war drums beat
They embrace it's throb, dance not for defeat
Look for Boudicca wherever you are
Look for Boudicca, know her by her scar
Kelly
Learn about Boudicca, Queen of the Iceni who dared to fight Emperor Nero's cruelty.