We moved unfettered, guided only by the sun
with liberty our birthright crying in the air
the song of newborn freedom for the Englishmen.
We guarded our fields jealously against all men.
With liberty our birthright crying in the air
we sang the shrill sword song against all invaders.
We guarded our fields jealously against all men.
We stamped freedom's foot on rigid foreign tyrants.
We sang the shrill sword song against all invaders
to call down the chorus of fire on princes.
We stamped freedom's foot on rigid foreign tyrants
who died the cold demon death of barbarians.
To call down the chorus of fire on princes
our men struck lackeys who detested liberty.
Who died the cold demon death of barbarians?
Each exile from God who strove against free men.
The Birth of Liberty
By John W. L. Toivonen