Fifty Years and One More Day (A Gallarmian Drinking Song)

Oh, fifty years they took our town, they chained us to their rule, They taxed our bread, they stole our rum, they called us drunkard fools! They say we sunk their mighty ship, they say we lit the flame, But ask them where their proof has gone — And watch them shift the blame! So raise your glass and drain it dry, we’ll drink to days ahead! For fifty years they’ve kept us down, but soon *they'll* drown instead! Their quills may sign the land away, their swords may cut and slay, But they can’t hold Gallarmy down—past fifty years and *one more day!* They built their forts, they took our halls, they hung our flags in shame, They gave our daughters Escar’s gowns, our sons their foreign names. But listen well, you lords in white, with chains upon our shore— A Gallarmian’s heart will bow to none, As we never did before! So raise your glass and drain it dry, we’ll drink to days ahead! For fifty years they’ve kept us down, but soon *they'll* drown instead! Their quills may sign the land away, their swords may cut and slay, But they can’t hold Gallarmy down—past fifty years and *one more day!* The clock is set, the bell will toll, the ink will dry at last, And all the chains they forged for us will rust into the past. So drink, my friends, and mark my words— This song will tell them true: Gallarmy’s free, and when we are, They’ll *never* take us anew! So raise your glass and drain it dry, we’ll drink to days ahead! For fifty years they’ve kept us down, but soon *they'll* drown instead! Their quills may sign the land away, their swords may cut and slay, But they can’t hold Gallarmy down—past fifty years and *one more day!*