You can (mass tresspass, 1932)

You Can (Mass Trespass, 1932)

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
butterfly breaks upon the wheel
 [bad word] and a cap
sing-song and a scrap
dotted line across the map
 [bad word] 
Every five-barred gate my home
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
 [bad word]