To forest or future, present days past, a sneaking suspicion, yellow the cast
Boldly going and gnashing our teeth, in fear of freedom, ‘neath the wreath
Man the conquered, enslaver of kin, proving his valor amidst the bin
Rubbish am I! And thou art less, aplank in the eye, and worse, the breast
The trees they call and weep and wail, the promise, the fall, the chase we hail!
Storm and night and freeze and thaw but quick the fight, the tooth, the claw
A scar won honest and boldly and brave, better the cost of safety and slave
Bare me a chest, pirate of nature, and breathe me the breath of fire and favor
Happy the war of the kingdom of Heaven, Valhalla in pride, her bread most leavened
Or maybe the future; the fiend, the feast, and taste the breath the hungry beast
Fed all too often, and with our souls, heaping a ‘head, the searing coals
Shovel now, faster! ye debtors of day, and smile while ye heave, and call it your play
No, not I, not me nor mine, under the forest are we, the rightful home, away from Rome, crying her decree