ON THE ROAD TO FREEDOM
As sung by John Kirkpatrick on "Earthling" (1994)

On the fifteenth day of August, eighteen hundred and forty-two,
People are out a-marching, and you'd be marching too,
Marching into Hanley town,
To show we shan't be beaten down.
Chase the masters round and round.
We're on the road to freedom.

The p'lice will not contain us, in eighteen hundred and forty-two.
No righteous soul would blame us, for they'd be marching too.
The infantry men are going to try.
We'll leave them standing wondering why.
We can't be stopped; we're flying so high.
We're on the road to freedom.

There's more of us marching with every stride, in eighteen hundred and forty-two.
The masters' doors we'll fling them wide and all go marching through.
By Shelton Bridge we'll carry along.
Along to Stoke we'll take our song.
Now we're marching thousand strong,
And on the road to freedom.

We who are the labouring poor, in eighteen hundred and forty-two,
Come hammering at the rich man's door as we go marching through.
'Tis time they gave a decent share,
Time they saw the load we bear,
Time we showed them how to care.
We're on the road to freedom.

We're marching away from slavery, in eighteen hundred and forty-two,
From hunger and from poverty, and you'd be marching too.
We'll smash the shackles that hold us down,
Smash the chains where we've been bound,
Smash the masters to the ground,
On the road to freedom.

On the fifteenth day of August, in eighteen hundred and forty-two,
The people are out a-marching, and you'd be marching too.
The taste of victory in the air,
The soldiers only stand and stare,
We're on the road to Bascom(?) Square,
On the road to freedom.