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| ROME never looks where she treads. | |
| Always her heavy hooves fall, | |
| On our stomachs, our hearts or our heads; | |
| And Rome never heeds when we bawl. | |
| Her sentries pass on—that is all, | 5 |
| And we gather behind them in hordes, | |
| And plot to reconquer the Wall, | |
| With only our tongues for our swords. | |
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| We are the Little Folk—we! | |
| Too little to love or to hate. | 10 |
| Leave us alone and you’ll see | |
| How we can drag down the State! | |
| We are the worm in the wood! | |
| We are the rot at the root! | |
| We are the taint in the blood! | 15 |
| We are the thorn in the foot! | |
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| Mistletoe killing an oak— | |
| Rats gnawing cables in two— | |
| Moths making holes in a cloak— | |
| How they must love what they do! | 20 |
| Yes—and we Little Folk too, | |
| We are busy as they— | |
| Working our works out of view— | |
| Watch, and you’ll see it some day! | |
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| No indeed! We are not strong, | 25 |
| But we know Peoples that are. | |
| Yes, and we’ll guide them along, | |
| To smash and destroy you in War! | |
| We shall be slaves just the same? | |
| Yes, we have always been slaves, | 30 |
| But you—you will die of the shame, | |
And then we shall dance on your graves!
We are the Little Folk, we, etc. | |
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