To sleep, perchance to dream,
Aye, there's the rub.
To fight, perchance to win,
Aye, there's the rub.
For the children of the children of the victors
Will forget, and in turn oppress.


Goliath, Goliath, bound in steel
Goliath, Goliath, fell on the field
A little boy, not fully grown
Brought him down with a sling and a stone
Goliath's mother wept and mourned
Remembering the day when he was born
Goliath's children got the blame
Goliath, Goliath, got the shame