The master held on edge And dogs are held at bay The climax on its verge As mother's taken away The master looks for land And preachers meet in fire The master meets his land And mother meets her choir Oh tragedian, tragedian of my shame

 

But the children saw the shame But the children saw the shame

 

The master cried aloud The children can go home The change is in the crowd Our embassy is thrown The master cried in shame As mother joins her choir The preachers all aflame As mothers in the fire Oh tragedian, tragedian of my shame

 

Forward go the children Playground full of sadness Forward go the kitchen Mother knew the answer Forward go the children Tragedian of my shame

 

But the children saw the shame But the children saw the shame