Grind the earth and grind the clay
Never stop it, come what may
Fire and flood and plague and drought
Will strike again, there is no doubt
Plough the fields and reap the corn
Kill the king and crown the new born
Blood and death and fire and steel
Bones are broken, never to heal
Sun and moon and stars at night
Keep on watching, line of sight
Praise the new born, praise the day
Praise the new born, the 1st of May
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