Rome never looks where she treads   Always her heavy hooves fall   On our stomachs our hearts and our heads   And Rome never heeds when we call   Her sentries pass on -- that is all   And we gather behind them in hordes   And plot to reconquer the Wall   With only our tongues for our swords      For we are the little folk we!   Too little to love or to hate   Leave us alone and you'll see   How we can drag down the state      Mistletoe killing an oak   Rats gnawing cables in two   Moths making holes in a cloak   How they must love what they do!      Yes and we little folk too   We are as busy as they   Working our works out of view   Watch, and you'll see it someday      For we are the little folk we!   Too little to love or to hate   Leave us alone and you'll see   How we can drag down the state      Yes it is true! We are not strong   But we know of Peoples that are   Yes and we'll guide them along   To smash and destroy you in war   We shall be slaves just the same?   Yes, we have always been slaves   But you, you will die of the shame   And then we shall dance on your graves!      For we are the little folk we!   Too little to love or to hate   Leave us alone and you'll see   How we can drag down the state      We are the worm in the wood!   We are the rot at the root!   We are the taint in the blood!   We are the thorn in the foot!