| In sixteen forty-nine to Saint George’s Hill
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| A ragged band they called the Diggers came to show the people’s will
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| They defied the landlords, they defied the law
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| They were the dispossessed reclaiming what was theirs
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| «We've come in peace,» they said, «to dig and sow
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| We’ve come to work the land in common and to make the wastelands grow
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| This earth divided we will make whole
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| So it can be a common treasury for all
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| The sin of property we do disdain
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| No man has any right to buy and sell the earth for private gain
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| By theft and murder they steal the land
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| Now everywhere the walls rise up at their command
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| They make the laws to chain us well
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| The clergy dazzle us with heaven or they damn us into hell
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| We will not worship the god they serve
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| The god of greed who feeds the rich while poor men starve
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| We work, we eat together, we need no swords
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| We will not bow to the masters or pay rent to the lords
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| We are free men though we are poor
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| You Diggers all, stand up for glory, stand up now"
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| From the men of property the order came
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| They sent the hired men and troopers to wipe out the Diggers' claim
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| Tear down their cottages, destroy their corn
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| They were dispersed, but still the vision carries on
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| You poor, take courage, you rich, take care
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| This earth was made a common treasury for everyone to share
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| All things in common, all people one
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| We come in peace, the order came to cut them down |