Let's behold these meadows verdant

Where sweet wildflowers sway sans fear,

Nature favored our land with treasures

Blessed I feel to have been born here.

Oh! Right you are, me dear mucker,

Here, the wind teams up with the brook

To salve souls of ol' bugails like us,

Who doth nothin' but wait for dusk.

I hear ya, and I hear the pleas

Of these pastures and forests too,

That are falling prey to the greed

Of none other but our fellow men.

Let us unite to defy the harsh acts

So our scions can wander, just like us.