Fret not; oh child from beauty
For nature only bears its duty
Speak the words thine heart desire
And tap from grace nature does acquire
Several times I've come to see
The white man clad with stone
And there I sit beside his knee
Till night leaves us alone
Amidst their struggle
still to gain...
Their tears have sunk
And ye to thee the lord bestow
His grace to bid thee yet another year...
Despite adversaries trials and foe,
The lord has placed thee ever so near.
Within the clustered blocks of harbour
Lies the roam of a blonde goat
And all she did was merely gnaw
Till she found a grassy sight