Ragged Heroes
The Albion Band Lyrics


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Songs of hope and tunes of glory
Half remembered Albion hymns
Rise up Saint George and tell the story
This is where your song begins

Leave the drunkard to his bottle
And leave the prophet to his doom
Let the critics sneer and prattle
Give Saint George some fighting room

Come, come, throw a penny on the drum
A penny for the passing of the days
Run, run, and see the setting of the sun
Come and see the changing of the ways

Where are all the ragged heroes?
Buried in their suits of iron Withered rose lies on the headstone
Will it bloom a second time?

Come come and throw a penny on the drum
A penny for the passing of the hour
Run, run, and see the rising of the sun
Come and see the blooming of the flower





Throw a penny piece, a penny on the drum
And the withered rose will rise up like the sun

Overall Meaning

The Albion Band's song "Ragged Heroes" is a call to arms, a reminder of the vital importance of preserving and continuing the traditions and histories of a nation. The lyrics speak of songs of hope and tunes of glory, half-remembered Albion hymns that must be resurrected and celebrated. The song invokes the spirit of Saint George, the patron saint of England, and urges him to rise up and tell his story, to take his place at the forefront of the nation's collective consciousness. The lyrics also send a message of defiance and resilience, urging us to ignore the distractions and criticisms of the world around us and to focus instead on our own struggles and triumphs. The song reminds us that even the heroes of the past may have been forgotten, but their memory can be resurrected with a small gesture, as simple as throwing a penny on a drum.


Line by Line Meaning

Songs of hope and tunes of glory
Melodies of positive aspirations and themes of triumph


Half remembered Albion hymns
Religious ballads from the past that are partially forgotten


Rise up Saint George and tell the story
Take action and spread the narrative of Saint George


This is where your song begins
Seize this moment to start creating your own musical legacy


Leave the drunkard to his bottle
Don't worry about the alcoholic's problems


And leave the prophet to his doom
Don't worry about the prophesier's fate


Let the critics sneer and prattle
Ignore the naysayers' mocking and babbling


Give Saint George some fighting room
Provide space for action and progress towards Saint George's goals


Come, come, throw a penny on the drum
Join in and contribute to the beat


A penny for the passing of the days
A small sum in remembrance of the fleeting time


Run, run, and see the setting of the sun
Hurry and observe the sun going down


Come and see the changing of the ways
Observe the shift in the current state of affairs


Where are all the ragged heroes?
Where have all the unrefined heroes gone?


Buried in their suits of iron
Laid to rest in their metallic uniforms


Withered rose lies on the headstone
A decaying flower is placed at the gravestone


Will it bloom a second time?
Can the plant flourish again?


Come come and throw a penny on the drum
Again, participate and add to the rhythm


A penny for the passing of the hour
Another small sum to mark the swift passage of time


Run, run, and see the rising of the sun
Hastily observe the ascent of the morning star


Come and see the blooming of the flower
Witness the growth and development of the plant


Throw a penny piece, a penny on the drum
Drop another coin on the percussion instrument


And the withered rose will rise up like the sun
The dying flower will flourish like the daystar




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