Beasts of England

Beasts of England, Beasts of Ireland,

Beasts 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'er thrown

And the fruitful fields of England

Shall be trod by beasts alone

Rings shall vanish from our noses,

And the harness from our back,

Bits and spur shall rust forever,

Cruel whips shall no more crack

Riches more thand mind can picture,

Wheat and barley, oats and hay,

clover beans and mange-wurzels,

Shall be ours upon that day

Bright will shine the fields of England,

Purer shall its waters be,

Sweeter yet shall the breezes be,

On the day that sets us free

For that day we all must labor,

Though we die before it break,

Cows and horses, geese and turkey,

All must toil for freedoms sake

Beasts of England, Beasts of Ireland,

Beasts of all land and clime,

Hearken well and spread my tidings,

Of the Golden future time