Four hundred honest men
Ran to Cromwell's Call
Four hundred honest men
Now waiting by the wall
They'll bury us down further in the ground,
Than we ever dug down for a living
Seven years of fighting for the
Dead Man's Shilling
We are four hundred honest men,
And nothing have we got,
For Free-born John is in the Tower
And tomorrow we'll be shot
They'll bury us down further in the ground,
Than we ever dug down for a living
Seven years of fighting for the
Dead Man's Shilling