We all live
Where we roam
And where the land grows
We moan
Oh
Oh
Sealant for the grounds
Hounds out with Downs
Shining seals
And signing deals
Carry the Brook
And have water to Cook
When will the land be grand
And when will its spine have slime
Do the tears go all around
Do the women go all the way down
Is there something for everyone to see
Yes. Here, we all can be
What else is there
Stolen hair
Carried with what
Shine away, shine away, land alone
Horrible debts
Must be paid
When will the land be tamed
And when will grain be made
Is there something else to say