We drink to our youth, and to days come and gone.For the age of oppression is now nearly done.We'll drive out the Union from this land that we own.With our blood and our soil we will take back our home.Down with Lincoln! The lover of blacks!On the day of your death we will drink and relax.We're the children of England, and we fight all our lives.And when Jesus Christ beckons, every one of us dies!But this land is ours and we'll see it wiped clean.Of the scourge that has sullied our hopes and our dreams.Down with Lincoln! The lover of blacks!On the day of your death we will drink and relax.
They died for Wall Street's bag and continue to do so.
