My name is King Cyrus, my order I give,   You Jews can go back to your home   To build your holy temple again   In the land of Palestine.      We've sung and danced o'er the hot rocky roads   Back to Eretz Yisroel's land   We worked with plow and rake and hoe   And we blessed the works of our hands      My name is Ezra the Teacher man   I brought my scroll book along   I brought my flock to Yisroel   From that land called Babylon      I'll read you my Talmud Torah book   And the prophet's dreams to you   And you'll be fertile and multiply    If you keep your Torah true      My name is Alexander the Great   More than half of this wide world is mine   Come stand around, my servants all   I'm wrapped on my bed here to die      As the King of Syria and Palestine   Antiochus the Fourth, you'll stand   To kill the Jews if they refuse    To worship our idols and gods      My name is Hannah, my first born son   Now stands before this king   Guilty of keeping the Sabbath laws   By the soldiers I see him slain      It's one by one my seven sons   In front of my eyes cut down   For keeping to the Torah laws   I pay with my warm blood now      My name is Mattathias, I've got five sons   In Modin City we dwell   They tried to make me bow down to their gods   Two of the King's flunkeys I killed      A hundred or more who'll fight to be Jews   Did come to these hills with me   On my death bed your leader I'll name   'Tis Judah, the Macabee      My name is Judah, the Macabee   By the name of the hammer I'm called   We'll pray to God before every fight   Till all of our enemies fall      Appolonius, the Governor, this day I killed   And his army we did bust   Some few of his soldiers run away in the wind   But most we've dropped dead in the dust      Syron is my name, from Syria came   To destroy that fool Macabee   My army was great, his army was small   But he somehow did win over me      To deliver the many to the hands of his few   For God this is no trick at all   In a few short hours my army did break   And we flooded this valley with blood      My name is Lysias, I dreamed up a plan   To burn the Jews tents as they slept   When I got there, their tents were all bare   And the Macabee's army had left      He stormed my own camp as my soldiers did sleep   And he killed several thousand in fear   My elephants, my horsemen, my footsoldiers, all   Judah hammered them down from the rear      My name is Jerusalem where Judah came back   To build up my Temple once more   To cut down the weeds and thorny brush   That grows 'round my windows and doors      Whole stones, whole stones, we'll build and pray   To God as a wholehearted Jew   God's love the hateful many did place   In the hands of a God loving few      We found in our temple a little oil jug   Just enough for the lamps for one night   That one little jug burned Eight whole days   And it kept our new temple in light      Eight candles we'll burn and a Ninth one too   Every New Year that comes and goes   We'll think of the many in the hands of the few   And thank God we are seeds of the Jews