LOOT!

This is a song of loot,

Plunder of earth and sea!
The good old world shall yield her fruit
From branch and bough and bole and root;
And the ball shall lie at the freemans foot
To kick in the days to be.
Loot, loot, loot!
Plunder of forest and lea;
And the ships of the world,
Under smoke-wreaths curled,
Bringing it all to me.
We are a rigand race,
!oers from da"s of old;
#here is no place
$n the wide earth%s face
But its treasure our hands shall hold.
Loot, loot, loot!
#his shall our watchword e,
Waggon and team
And the snorting steam
Bringing it all to me.
&ot for the mountain we sta",
&ot for the flood or the fire;
$ur fathers% wa"
's our path to-da"
#o the goal of a world%s desire.
Loot, loot, loot!
#ogether we stand or fall,
Brothers in plunder,
#hat none ma" sunder,
#ill the great good come for all.
Papers the" wrote of old,
(ramping laws that were )ain,
#hese shall we reak
*or our children%s sake,
And none shall write them again.
Loot, loot, loot!
We shall steal from the )aults of "ears
#he thing that is fair
And the things that is rare,
#o sound in a people%s ears.
Lo, the +reat Ad)enture calls;
And the men of our compan"
Are the souls that dwell
Betwi,t -ea)en and -ell
Where)er the wind lows free.
Loot, loot, loot!
But none shall ro of his own.
'n the camp of .an
/ince the world egan
All reap what we all ha)e sown.
*ling wide the flag on the ree0e!
*are forth to the 1uest anew!
$n the wa)e and sod
We shall steal from +od
All things that -e dreamt to do.
This is the song of loot,
Plunder of earth and sea!
The sun and the stars shall yield their fruit
From branch and bough and bole and root;
And the Man shall be more than a soulless brute
From now to eternity!
+eorge /treet.
Pseudon"m of 2a)id .c3ee Wright.
&./.W.
The !ulletin, 4 .arch 5656.