afar back before i was born
when the unsung heroes all fought
with their lives all gone
beautiful, our land is meant to be
in fleet when we rove the town
fading the beauty is all we see
we all need to sit ourselves down
and think of how the morrow will be
afore they turn all upside down
tho' we gave them the mighty sword
to share the cake we toil to bake
nothing we see and we lack some word
and the sword a-back is hard to take
we will all set back and rest
and wait for this term to go
with time the best we shall find
lest we give the wrong man the crop to sow
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