Melville from Wizard Land by Wolverton

Melville

there’s space at the table
for fifty-thousand
rabble-rousin’ rabble-rousin’
move down by the dozen
we’re cousins
we’re cousins
we are cousins you know
a million times removed
cousins of cousins of cousins of cousins
and brothers of few
a mother or two
and the band all sings
Down down down down down we go!

into the fray
the ocean sprays but not for pleasure
never pleasure
out of spite out of hatred out of nothing
unfold unfold
To the hold! To the hold men! To the hold!

be bold boys be brave
every life you cannot save
let only your enemies cry

if you should die then die then die
then die with a smile on your face
and the band all shakes!!
Down down down down down we go!

into the night with a flame to fight
and a burden to bare
into thin air into the thin air
and the band’s all there
and the band’s all there
and the band’s all there
there’s nothing there
Down down down down we go!

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