I. <br />As the Liberty lads o'er the sea <br />Bought their freedom, and cheaply, with blood, <br />So we, boys, we <br />Will die fighting, or live free, <br />And down with all kings but King Ludd! <br /> <br />II. <br />When the web that we weave is complete, <br />And the shuttle exchanged for the sword, <br />We will fling the winding sheet <br />O'er the despot at our feet, <br />And dye it deep in the gore he has pour'd. <br /> <br />III. <br />Though black as his heart its hue, <br />Since his veins are corrupted to mud, <br />Yet this is the dew <br />Which the tree shall renew <br />Of Liberty, planted by Ludd!<br /><br />George Gordon Byron<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/song-for-the-luddites/
