Woorden: Tribe After Tribe. Power. As I Went Out One Morning.

As i went out one morning
to breathe the air around tom paine
i spied the fairest damsel
that ever did walk in chains
i offered her my hand
she took me by the arm
and i knew that very instant
she was meant to do me harm ...

chant

depart from me this moment
i told her with my voice
said she she did not wish to
said i but you have no choice
i beg you sir she pleaded from the corners of her mouth
i would secretly accept you
and together we would fly south

chant

just then tom paine himself
came running from across the field
shouting at this lovely girl
and commanding her to yield
and as she was letting go her grip
up tom paine did come
i'm sorry sir he said to me
i'm sorry for what she's done