In the slipstream of luck and democracy

A victim of chance and geography

I reap and I sow the face of the earth

While big guns play games with the land of my birth

I walk these hills and I sail the seas

I've weathered the storms of history

Created to live, created to share

With the fish of the sea, the birds of the air

I'm not too hot on Dukes or Earls or Graces

But I love respect and exhalted places

Give me the people with sod on the knee

The higher the monkey climbs the more he reveals

Tear down these walls

All men were born the same

You came here with nothing

But naked and a name

A name

Tear down these walls

They keep raising for you