Ghosts Of The Rebel Free

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Our fore-bearers hailed from Scotland,
many others came from among the Irish,
land of poetry and vision.
We all had only one yearning wish,
that desire above all others was to live free!
We labored our way,
we purchased our lands,
we crafted our splendid estates with our own hands.

When the British tried to tell us no,
we stomped our feet down,
had our say,
then continued to live according to our own way.
We elaborated our Doric mansions,
we reaped our splendid fortunes
from our labors and invested energy spent.

They tried to take it from us,
but we wouldn’t bend,
they tried to make us hand it over,
but we wouldn’t give.

Our blood was spilled,
yet our spirits bloomed greatly,
for eternity shall shine our blood won passion,
the ghost of the rebel free!

Some ninety years did pass,
the banks and the corporations moved against us;
their armies torched our grand estates,
tainted our lucid soils,
and our blood spilled as never before.

All in spite of our blood that was spilled,
our spirits bloomed greatly,
our terrifying spectrum proudly rode forward to retake our lands,
those midnight ghosts of the rebel free!

Before a mighty cross of fire
we salute
as we chant in unison our sacred pledge;
like the highland warriors of old
we shall restore our cherished liberty,
make our stand to conquer,
or take all down in terrible conflagration,
shall these midnight ghosts of the rebel free!

The foreign succubus dares to take down our cherished heritage flag,
with her raging lies in regard to our history,
yet our warring spirits still remain tall as the magnificent Rockies;
for all infinity shall ride that cherished memory
of those ghosts among the rebel free.

May lady liberty’s children stride forward into conquering glory
against this new age leftist enemy,
waging a war of individual liberation from the central bank and its corporations,
either conquering or taking all down in flames
while making a final stand for liberty,
ye glorious sons of the Rebel free!

They tried to take it from us,
but we wouldn’t bend,
they tried to make us hand it over,
but we wouldn’t give.

Our blood was spilled,
yet our spirits bloomed greatly,
for eternity shall shine our blood won passion,
the intrepid ghost of the rebel free!

-By H.L. Dowless

Oh, I'm a good old Rebel, now that's just what I am;
For this "Fair Land of Freedom" I do not give a damn!
I'm glad I fit against it, I only wish we'd won,
And I don't want no pardon for anything I done.

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