For all those feet in ancient times   For stepping out of line   Dragging time and tide   Against the keepers of the past   The flags of class and caste   Limp upon the mast      All your week you were someone's slave   Today you're a free man   If they tell you you can't   Then you can   You can, you can, you can      Walking high upon the hills   Rough-shod against well-heeled   A butterfly breaks upon the wheel   A compass and a cap   A sing-song and a scrap   A dotted line across the map      All your week you were someone's slave   Today you're a free man   If they tell you you can't   Then you can   You can, you can, you can      Every five-barred gate my home   A place to call my own   Stone to boundary stone   For every footprint on the land   The banners and the banned   Who swayed the best-laid plans      All your week you were someone's slave   Today you're a free man   If they tell you you can't   Then you can   You can, you can, you can