While The Billy BoilsSearchLet the liar call me liar,And the robber call me thief.They can only fan the fireThat is born of my belief.While I'm speaking, while I'm writing,To reform the wrongful laws,Well I know that I am fightingFor the grand old Cause.
See the army of the rebelsMarching on for evermore.We are countless as the pebblesThat are strewn along the shore.Agitating, agitating,Till the Truth has sealed the fateOf the wrongs that I am hatingWith the grand old Hate.
Though no battle banner rustlesIn a smoke that blurs the blue,As when "heroes" poured from BrusselsTo the field of Waterloo,Though we do not hear the rattleOf the rifles in the wars,There is glory in the battleFor the grand old Cause.
See the army of the rebelsMarching on for evermore.We are countless as the pebblesThat are strewn along the shore.Agitating, agitating,Till the Truth has sealed the fateOf the wrongs that I am hatingWith the grand old Hate.
No! I look not to the reapingIn the dynasty of men,For I know that I'll be sleepingIn a slandered grave e'er then.Till his right to man is givenWe'll rebel, and we'll rebelAs we would rebel in heavenIf it proved a hell.
See the army of the rebelsMarching on for evermore.We are countless as the pebblesThat are strewn along the shore.Agitating, agitating,Till the Truth has sealed the fateOf the wrongs that I am hatingWith the grand old Hate.
No! There's neither creed nor nationWhere the Labour flag's unfurled,For the Labour agitationBreaks the barriers of the world.Let the rulers fly in terrorWith their scornful lips uncurled,One by one the gods of errorFrom their thrones are hurled.
See the army of the rebelsMarching on for evermore.We are countless as the pebblesThat are strewn along the shore.Agitating, agitating,Till the Truth has sealed the fateOf the wrongs that I am hatingWith the grand old Hate.