Celtic Rock Lyrics

This section of the song is not sung but is printed with the lyrics on the record sleeve:
[Ye sons of Britain
Who once were free
Ye now are slaves to factory
Those who walk the path of mole
Expect in time to kill they soul
Look]


Down in the wood in the murky gloom
Trolls go marching two by two
Down through the cave in the mouth of doom
Down down down in the gloom gloom gloom
Hey kala ho kala ho la jai

Who should come by the moutain way
Young Finn Hanley
A lute he play
Clothed in scarlet livery
All wide-eyed in the bright blue day
Tiree tiraloo tiraloo i ay

This is also printed on the sleeve at the end: [Creative intelligence has been crushed by industrial uniformity?]