Friends of Fire - William Petty

Come now my friends of fire

Come now us men of old

Count on me to watch your side

Count on me to hold your gold. 

We are the men of a fine fellowship

We are the men who stand here, now

So grab your axe your lute your sceptre,

Bring all the seeds for the fields to sow.

Here in the land of an ancient people

Once more now True light must show.

When you set forth, yes, I’ll come with you

In the vessel of your heart till day anew.