Beast of every land and clime,
Hearken to my joyful tidings
Of the golden future time.
Soon or late the day is coming,
Tyrant man shall be o'erthrown,
And the fruitful fields of England
Shall be trod by beasts alone.
Rings shall vanish from our noses,
And the harness from our back.
Bit and spur shall rust forever,
Cruel whips no more shall crack
Riches more than mind can picture,
Wheat and barley, oats and hay,
clover, beans and mangel - wurzels,
Shall be ours upon that day.
Bright will shine the fields of England,
purer shall it's water be,
Sweeter yet shall blow its breezes
On the day that lets us free.
For that day we all must labor,
Though we die before it break,
Cows and horses, geese and turkeys,
All must toil for freedom's sake
Gotten from hall of fame.
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