The Bitter Cry

Cytgan / Chorus
No more the bitter cry, no more the bitter cry.

They’re bleating in the Commons,
They’re bleating in the mead :
The practical solution
Lies mouldering in the field.

Cytgan / Chorus
No more the bitter cry, no more the bitter cry.

Build up the funeral pyres,
Cast off this harmful blight,
Slash and burn and suffocate,
This bloodshed must be right.

Cytgan / Chorus
No more the bitter cry, no more the bitter cry.

In the ground there lies corruption,
Where else we dare not ask :
The answer to our problem
Lies in this bloody task.

Cytgan / Chorus
No more the bitter cry, no more the bitter cry.

And when the worst is over
And the best have left the land,
What will be our legaxcy?
Is our future in their hands?

Cytgan / Chorus
No more the bitter cry, no more the bitter cry.