God's Own Country (Protestant March)

Stand up, lads, and fight for God’s own country
We’ll take the battle to the enemy
We are young and we are strong
And we must fight an ancient wrong
For the land of our fathers
We’ll make ourselves martyrs
We’re happy to die
That our people may be free
It is our generation
That must cleanse the nation
For our cause is just
And we’ll answer to history
Pack up and get out of God’s own country!
Raise your women and your children up and flee
Or you’ll be buried in the dust
For if you’re not, you’ll bury us