Barran land
Seek
what from this barran land
can we reap?
our fields are dry my body
Frail
Go on the trail before thy fail
A tale of the rising tide I seek
O lord upon thee let me sleep
This barran land earth keeps
Men to work in fields thee sow
in wet rains for this seed of lime
I sleep
Oh lord let it be dry in fields of
reap to grow thy harvest wheat
Upon this barran land earth of
Fertile soil we like to smile for our
Keep
This barran land tyrant s all to
Seek of all our labours and kill
All our sheep
Let it be dark until tyrant sleep
Of our might we all find a keep
Upon we catch him like a theif
Cowering in his hole of thy beat
Now we can go to bed and sleep
