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 an shall !e o"erthro#n, $nd the fruitful fields of England Shall !e trod !y !easts alone. %ings shall vanish from our noses, $nd the harness from our !ack, Bit and s&ur shall rust forever, 'ruel #hi&s no more shall crack. %iches more than mind can &icture, (heat and !arley, oats and hay, 'lover, !eans and mangel)#ur*els Shall !e ours u&on that day. Bright #ill shine the fields of England, +urer shall its #aters !e, S#eeter yet shall !lo# its !ree*es On the day that sets us free. ,or that day #e all must la!our, Though #e die !efore it !reak'o#s and horses, geese and turkeys, $ll must toil for freedom"s sake. Beasts of England, Beasts of Ireland, Beasts of every land and clime, Hearken #ell, and s&read my tidings Of the Golden future time.