As the Liberty lads o’er the sea Bought their freedom and cheaply, with blood So we, boys, we Will die fighting, or live free And down with all Kings but King Ludd! When the web that we weave is complete And the shuttle exchanged for the sword We will fling the winding sheet O’er the despot at our feet And dye it deep in the gore he has poured Though black as his heart its true Since his veins are corrupted to mud Yet this is the dew Which the tree shall renew O! Liberty planted by Ludd!