THE BATTLE HYMN OF THE REPUBLIC, UPDATED

 THE BATTLE HYMN OF THE REPUBLIC, UPDATED  

Mine eyes have seen the orgy of the launching of the Sword;

He is searching out the hoardings where the stranger's wealth is stored;
He hath loosed his fateful lightnings, and with woe and death has scored;
His lust is marching on.

Glory, Glory, Hallelujah!

Glory, Glory, Hallelujah!

Glory, Glory, Hallelujah!

His lust is marching on.

I have seen him in the watch-fires of a hundred circling camps;
They have builded him an altar in the Eastern dews and damps;
I have read his doomful mission by the dim and flaring lamps—
His night is marching on.

Glory, Glory, Hallelujah!

Glory, Glory, Hallelujah!

Glory, Glory, Hallelujah!

His night is marching on.

I have read his bandit gospel writ in burnished rows of steel:
"As ye deal with my pretensions, so with you my wrath shall deal;
Let the faithless son of Freedom crush the patriot with his heel;
Lo, Greed is marching on!"

Glory, Glory, Hallelujah!

Glory, Glory, Hallelujah!

Glory, Glory, Hallelujah!

Lo, Greed is marching on.

We have legalized the strumpet and are guarding her retreat;
Greed is seeking out commercial souls before his judgement seat;
O, be swift, ye clods, to answer him! be jubilant my feet!
Our god is marching on!

Glory, Glory, Hallelujah!

Glory, Glory, Hallelujah!

Glory, Glory, Hallelujah!

Our god is marching on.

In a sordid slime harmonious Greed was born in yonder ditch,
With a longing in his bosom—and for others' goods an itch.
As Christ died to make men holy, let men die to make us rich—
Our god is marching on.

Glory, Glory, Hallelujah!

Glory, Glory, Hallelujah!

Glory, Glory, Hallelujah!

Our god is marching on.

+++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++

Karl XII hade hundratusen man,

Karl XII hade hundratusen man,

Karl XII hade hundratusen man,

när han vandrade vägen fram på makadam!

Tjugo kronor kostar supen,

Tjugo kronor kostar supen,

Tjugo kronor kostar supen,

på Halta Lottas krog i Göteborg!

**********************************

Jaume I tenia cent soldats,

Jaume I tenia cent soldats,

Jaume I tenia cent soldats,

tots marxant al mateix pas!

Allioli, allioli, xup,

allioli, allioli, xup,

allioli, allioli, xup,

allioli i Chupa Chups!