[Verse 1] Gold is for the mistress – silver for the maid" – Copper for the craftsman cunning at his trade!" "Good!" said the Baron, sitting in his hall, But Iron – Cold Iron – is master of them all." [Choir] But Iron – Cold Iron – is master of them all. [Verse 2] So he made rebellion 'gainst the King his liege, Camped before his citadel and summoned it to siege. "Nay!" said the cannoneer on the castle wall, "But Iron – Cold Iron – shall be master of you all!" [Choir] But Iron – Cold Iron – shall be master of you all! [Verse 3] Woe for the Baron and his knights so strong, When the cruel cannon-balls laid 'em all along; He was taken prisoner, he was cast in thrall, And Iron – Cold Iron – was master of it all. [Choir] And Iron – Cold Iron – was master of it all. [Verse 4] Yet his King spake kindly (ah, how kind a Lord!) "What if I release thee now and give thee back thy sword?" "Nay!" said the Baron," mock not at my fall, For Iron – Cold Iron – is master of men all." [Choir] For Iron – Cold Iron – is master of men all. [Verse 5] "Tears are for the craven, prayers are for the clown Halters for the silly neck that cannot keep a crown." "As my loss is grievous, So my hope is small, For Iron – Cold Iron – must be master of men all!" [Choir] For Iron – Cold Iron – must be master of men all! [Verse 6] Yet his King made answer (few such Kings there be!)" Here is Bread and here is Wine – sit and sup with me. Eat and drink in Mary's Name, the whiles I do recall How Iron – Cold Iron – can be master of men all." [Choir] How Iron – Cold Iron – can be master of men all. [Verse 7] He took the Wine and blessed it. He blessed and brake the Bread With His own Hands He served Them, and presently He said: "See! These Hands they pierced with nails, outside My city wall, Show Iron – Cold Iron – to be master of men all." [Choir] Show Iron – Cold Iron – to be master of men all. [Verse 8] "Wounds are for the desperate, blows are for the strong. Balm and oil for weary hearts all cut and bruised with wrong. I forgive thy treason – I redeem thy fall For Iron - Cold Iron – must be master of men all!" [Choir] For Iron - Cold Iron – must be master of men all! [Verse 9] 'Crowns are for the valiant – sceptres for the bold! Thrones and Powers for mighty men who dare to take and hold!' "Nay!" said the Baron, kneeling in his hall, "But Iron – Cold Iron – is master of men all! [Choir] Iron out of Calvary is master of men all!" Iron out of Calvary is master of men all!
