Rome never looks where she treads Always her
heavy hooves fall On our stomachs our hearts
and our heads And Rome never hears when we
bawl Her sentries pass on -- that is
all And we gather behind them in hordes And
plot to reconquer the Wall With only our
tongues for our swords For we are the little
folk -- we! Too little to love or to
hate Leave us alone and you'll see How we
can bring down the state Mistletoe killing an
oak Rats gnawing cables in two Moths making
holes in a cloak How they must love what they
do! Yes -- and we little folk too We are as
busy as they Working our works out of
view Watch, and you'll see it someday No
indeed! We are not strong But we know of
Peoples that are Yes and we'll guide them
along To smash and destroy you in war We
shall be slaves just the same? Yes, we have
always been slaves But you -- you will die of
the shame And then we shall dance on your
graves! We are the worm in the wood! We are
the rot at the root! We are the taint in the
blood! We are the thorn in the foot!
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