The Ballad of Isaac Cane
Words & music by Isembard, A.
"I am Issac Cane", said he,
"Raise the watchword liberty!
For the manumission of the land,
Is emancipation by our hand.
Without watch, the wood's enclosed,
To suit the few and split the oak,
To part our common unity,
And rout the roots", said Issac Cane.
"Bitter time in iron crown,
Leaves precious few who aren't cut down,
Just conditions must prevail,
Whether by your censure or the flail.
So, covenant Tolpuddle oaths,
Find your Reformation Oak,
Black hearts in the black book... Swing,
And the soil endures", said Issac Cane.
"Oh, let them be,
Wild woods and wet,
Long live the weeds,
And wilderness yet."
In the last light as you leave the town,
You can see his shadow on the down,
Two hounds pacing at his sides,
A bristled beard and wild eyes.
Moments pass to moons so soon,
Stand for all you hold in truth,
Long live Robert Kett's good name,
And the ragged steps of every Issac Cane.
