Look at me decrepit old man, Bent by hundred years weight, Beaten many times by whims of fate. >From the dawn until the sunset Worked like dog for daily bread - Crust and water were all that I had!
And I am hey-hough child of this land. And I will hey-hough live here all my life. And I am hey-hough child of this land. And I will hey-hough live here till I die!
Greedy priests and cruel landlords Tried to make me knuckle down, Tried to bend me to the cold ground. But I still stand though bent by years Like I`ve been standing all my life - Proud child I am still alive! They tried to make me knuckle down, They tried to bend me to the ground, They beat and chased me all my life, But I`m still standing still alive!
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