Under foreign weight, households crumble, Across a summer sky, thunder rolls and rumbles, Brothers fighting brothers, mothers against father, Fathers against daughters, but none can bother, To save this wretched old nation, Slaves revolt on this plantation. Across northern skies, a fire was once encased, Under foreign tyranny, it is now utterly disgraced, Brothers fighting brothers, blood in the loam, Impure mothers and fathers with no home, Who will save this nation? Where is the Hessian? No more shall the White child feel unsafe, No more shall the White woman be unlaced, Brothers united in their nobility and grace, Homes for folk with familiar face, To save our beautiful nation, To end all foreign migration.
