Oh say can you see, by the night's eerie glow,
Where once proudly we camped on the roadside's green verges.
While broad streets and bright homes in the valley below
Are burnt on the altar of NATO's mad urges.
And the rocket's red glare, mushroom clouds in the air,
Gave proof to the world that the base had been there.
Oh say must that star-spangled missile yet cruise,
O'er this land of the free, who that fate would refuse.
The 19th edition of the Liberator Song Book
Old favourites
Hits from the Liberal Revue
Campaign songs old and new
Complete with historical notes on the origins of songs...
Only £3 from the Liberator stall at conference or £3.50 (including postage) from:
Liberator Publications
Flat 1
24 Alexandra Grove
London N4 2LF
England
Cheques should be made payable to 'Liberator Publications'.
