'tis your golden jubilee;
It means much to us verily.
And with dejected delight,
We shall dance all night.
As your offspring groan
Under your bivouac of stone,
The ways are laden
And our dreams are trodden,
But through the sky,
We look God in the eyes;
Nigeria will surely rise
And the toil of our great heroes
Shall not amount to zero.
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