They Come Marching

And they come marching

One by one

Only one order given

Fire ammunition

Let me ask you a question

So what is it you seek?

To covet the earth below

Take it from ‘neath my feet?

You see I have the answer

Oh time will tell

My descendants won’t suffer

Blow up the pā to hell

If it’s war you wanna press on me

I’ll be ready

I’ll be ready

And still they’re marching

Two by two

Armstrongs they come a pounding

To breach their way into

This place I’m standing

Be fortified

Don’t judge it on face value

Cause we got more inside, ha!

You see I’m clever

Thought this thing through

Got it all down on paper

Come here let me show you

If it’s war you wanna press on me

I’ll be ready

I’ll be ready

Don’t underestimate

What you don’t know

That’s your first mistake

One, two, three, go

See I will rise above

Amidst the fear

I will stand my ground

You won’t bring me down