So you have been declared an outlaw,
For sitting where you want,
And making some noise.
They declare you evil,
Since you resist their will.
Louder the crowd grows,
In cheers for your side.
The king and his men,
Instead hear jeers.
They call you disobedient,
And tell you to obey.
The order of the day:
Do what we say.
May you hear the songs sung,
By the champions of Crotty,
And the highwaymen.
May you find your guiding star,
Leading you North.
May the books and poems,
Celebrate your victories,
And lament your failures.
For those declared outlaws,
Take up your banners,
In full pride and acceptance,
Of the trials and troubles ahead,
So that you may prevail.
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