There was once an evil queen who waved the wand and blighted the land
No school no hospital was set in the killing touch of her hand
When a queen evil sat
Will you leave us in peace?
This queen was not alone she was egged on by loads of goblins
Her wish was there command they would weave spells and spell death
"When it hurts," the son sang
"Will you leave us in peace?"
But currently help was nigh because of gathered Welshmen
Gathered round a lovely band from all those who wished to see
Freedom and democracy joyfully the poor people sang
The people sang
Could it be that now better days will come along?
So one they gathered here and all his men who egged him onward
Fell on the wicked palace they rid the land of the queen
Could it be that now better days will come along?
But I see what's clear the evil's dead the queen had gone
The head beneath the crown had changed but all else remained the same
The land was still laid to waste so sadly the poor people sang
The people sang
Could it be that never better days will come along?