New Model Army - Song To The Men Of England lyrics

Men of England, wherefore plough For the Lords who lay you low? Wherefore weave with toil and care The rich robes your tyrants wear? Wherefore feed and clothe and save From the cradle to the grave Those ungrateful drones who Drain your sweat - nay, drink your blood Have ye Leisure, comfort, calm Shelter, food, love's gentle balm? Or what is ye buy so dear With your pain and with your fear The seed ye sow another reaps The wealth ye find, another keeps THe robes ye weave, another wears The arms ye forge, another bears Sow seed - but let no tyrant reap Find wealth - let no impostor heap Weave robes - let not the idle wear Forge arms - in your defence to bear With plough and spade and hoe and loom Trace your grave and build your tomb And weave your winding sheet till fair England be your sepulchre