1848 - The Dandelion War

You left your home

Your mother, father, sons, and daughters

How does it feel to be alone

Unwelcomed stranger, unknown?

They’re working your hands down to the bone

And still you have nothing to call your own

The dream they boast about isn’t for you

No, it’s isn’t for you

They don’t give a shite about you

In 1848 you became

A foreigner overnight

In 1848 you became

A foreigner overnight

And now it’s your turn to mine for gold

And now it’s your turn to mine for gold