36 Barrels - The Real McKenzies

Mr. Catesby, do you have a light

They’re indignant to our plight

We’re together in this fight

I packed the barrels tight

Mr. Catesby, we follow the flame

We all curse the reign

Of that bastard King James

And the book that bears his name

36 barrels

Will level this place

Bring down his grace

Our metal he will face

36 barrels

Tied to a fuse

I do refuse

To be ruled by you

Mr. Catesby, we have been betrayed

Faux has given names

Then broke his neck for shame

But killed as all the same

36 barrels

Will level this place

Bring down his grace

Our metal he will face

36 barrels

Tied to a fuse

I do refuse

To be ruled by you

36 barrels

Will level this place

Bring down his grace

Our metal he will face

36 barrels

Tied to a fuse

I do refuse

To be ruled by you

36 barrels

Tied to a fuse

I do refuse

To be ruled by you