Marching On South Downs

Because someone made a most 'unfortunate' reference to carpetbagging. (I won't mention any names)

Prosperity should be the norm
Throughout our wealthy land.
But some boroughs grow fat
While others may as well pound sand.
There is no justice found
In this inequality,
But our sword arms will provide
The needed remedy.

The haughty Lords of South Downs,
Grown complacent in their pride,
Assume their hungry cousins will
Always stand by their side.
Before they march to war,
And face a situation grim,
They’ll be surprised to find our swords
Are pointed right at them.

"To arms, to arms!
Let southern steel arise.
Bring down the proud
Meridian Skies.
Strike a blow to free our shire
From the shadow that there lies
When we go marching on South Downs."

South Downs, like a spider
Draws all into its web.
As the barony feasts well
All other fortunes round it ebb.
Many a lad and lass who’d be
A credit to their shires
Are drawn, instead to South Downs,
To stoke imperial fires.

To teach the proud humility
We’ll make our intent clear.
We’ve formed a grand alliance
Between Owl’s Nest and Talmere.
But we invite all warriors
To join us in the fun,
When we invade the barony
And make those proud lords run.

"To arms, to arms!
Let southern steel arise.
Bring down the proud
Beneath Meridian Skies.
Strike a blow to free our shire
From the shadow that there lies
When we go marching on South Downs."

The Baron issues proclamations
‘Gainst us, left and right.
Mighty brave for one who will not
Armor up and fight.
His edicts do not carry weight
Where honest steel holds sway.
They’ll make good kindling when we
Fight through to win the day.

The treasure rooms of South Downs,
Filled to burst with jewel and silk;
Finery considered way
Above those of our ilk
If we’re good enough to fight for you
We’re good enough to share.
We’ll prove our worth upon your shields
And strip your coffers bare.

"To arms, to arms!
Let southern steel arise.
Bring down the proud
Beneath Meridian Skies.
Strike a blow to free our shire
From the shadow that there lies
When we go marching on South Downs."