
“So come all ye at hame wi’ Freedom,/Never heed whit the hoodies croak for doom.”
“So come all ye at hame wi’ Freedom,/Never heed whit the hoodies croak for doom.”
“Quo life, the warld is mine.
An open grave is a furrow syne.”
“So come all ye at hame wi’ Freedom,/Never heed whit the hoodies croak for doom.”