Vlaamse volksliederen
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Onbekend Beasts of England , beast 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 man shall be o'ertrouwn And the fruitful fields of England Shall be trod by beasts alone Rings shall vanish from our noses And the harness from our back Bit and spur shall rust forever Cruel whips no more shall crack Riches more than mind can picture Wheat and barly , oats and hay Clover , beans , and mangel-wurzels Shall be ours upon that day Bright will shine the fields of England Purer shall its waters be Sweeter yet shall blow its breezes On the day that sets us free For that day we all must labour Though we die before it break Cows and horses , geese and turkeys All must toil freedom's sake Beasts of England , and beasts of Ireland Beasts of every land and clime Hearken well and spread my tidings Of the golden future time -----------------------------