Poezja

My land is not for barter, sir
my land is not for barter, na
so here's to you, ya silly fou
my land is not for barter, na.

My people's not for buyin, sir
my people's not for buyin', oh
so there's yer pipe for smokin', sir
my people's not for buyin', na

They go to church a Sunday, sure
they go to church a Sunday, sure
and I will be assurin' ya
they go to church a Sunday, sir

They sing and praise their Maker, now
they sing and praise their Maker, now
and sure it is amazin how
they sing and praise their Maker, now

The grace o God is on 'em sure
the grace o God is on 'em, yeh
and on their work and on their ware,
the grace o God is on them, now.

You voices join together, now
and every hand a fellow find
our land is not for barter, sir
and we be people not for buyin'.