In 1649   To St. George's Hill,   A ragged band they called the Diggers   Came to show the people's will   They defied the landlords   They defied the laws   They were the dispossessed reclaiming what was theirs      We come in peace they said   To dig and sow   We come to work the lands in common   And to make the waste ground grow   This earth divided   We will make whole   So it will be   A common treasury for all      The sin of property   We do disdain   No man has any right to buy and sell   The earth for private gain   By theft and murder   They took the land   Mow everywhere the walls   Spring up at their command      They make the laws   To chain us well   The clergy dazzle us with heaven   Or they damn us into hell   We will not worship   The God they serve   The God of greed who feed the rich   While poor folk starve      We work we eat together   We need no swords   We will not bow to the masters   Or pay rent to the lords   Still we are free   Though we are poor   You Diggers all stand up for glory   Stand up now      From the men of property   The orders came   They sent the hired men and troopers   To wipe out the Diggers' claim   Tear down their cottages   Destroy their corn   They were dispersed   But still the vision lingers on      You poor take courage   You rich take care   This earth was made a common treasury   For everyone to share   All things in common   All people one   We come in peace   The orders came to cut them down