| In 1649
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| To St. George’s Hill
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| A ragged band they called the Diggers
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| Came to show the people’s will
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| They defied the landlords
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| They defied the laws
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| They were the dispossessed
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| Reclaiming what was theirs
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| «We come in peace,» they said
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| «To dig and sow
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| We come to work the lands in common
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| And to make the waste grounds grow
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| This earth divided
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| We will make whole
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| So it will be
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| A common treasury for all
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| The sin of property
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| We do disdain
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| No man has any right to buy and sell
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| The earth for private gain
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| By theft and murder
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| They took the land
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| Now everywhere the walls
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| Spring up at their command
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| They make the laws
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| To chain us well
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| The clergy dazzle us with heaven
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| Or they damn us into hell
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| We will not worship
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| The God they serve
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| The God of greed who feeds the rich
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| While poor men starve
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| We work we eat together
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| We need no swords
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| We will not bow to the masters
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| Or pay rent to the lords
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| We are free men
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| Though we are poor
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| You Diggers all stand up for glory
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| Stand up now
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| From the men of property
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| The orders came
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| They sent the hired men and troopers
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| To wipe out the Diggers' claim
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| Tear down their cottages
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| Destroy their corn
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| They were dispersed
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| But still the vision lingers on
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| You poor take courage
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| You rich take care
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| This earth was made a common treasury
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| For everyone to share
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| All things in common
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| All people one
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| We come in peace
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| The orders came to cut them down |